There is a massive storm line incoming that will hit our fair city rolling into the afternoon, and very unwisely TPTB at uni have decided the school will stay open for funsies. Which means I am going into work in a squall.
Excuse me if I sound bitter.
The walk this morning was shaped by this imminent storm as well. Every weather system has its mood, I suppose; those I know best, of course, are tropical ones. There is always a feeling of anticipation in the air, the wind gusts announcing future danger. The sky has a peculiar lavender hue that I love, mostly due I suspect to the low cloud layer and the ambient light pollution. But I love it because in the dark of pre-dawn, the bare tree limbs are black scraggly things clawing at that sky. The contrast, ahhhhh, it is somber and bleak like my favorite perfumes.
Keely is always lethargic during bad weather. Poppa used to say that dogs were sensitive to barometer drops and while I have zero idea of the science of that, the fact is that Keely does react peculiarly to storms. She’s never scared of them the way some dogs are, she rarely flinches, but she settles down even further than she normally does and has to be hauled out of bed, out of the house, out of her lethargy. At least long enough to pee.
So we wait. The winds come and go and people drive a little faster as if being chased which I suppose is not far from the truth. I’ll go wait for the bus and the rain in another hour.