Friday, July 13, 2012
Today my friends, is a beautiful day. I went running this morning and the heavens opened up and poured rain and thunder on me. It was lovely and I was soaking and reminded of a line from a book I read recently.
"In Seattle we live among the trees and the waterways, and we feel we are rocked gently in the cradle of life. Our winters are not cold and our summers are not hot and we congratulate ourselves for choosing such a spectacular place to rest our heads and raise our chickens."
It is a nice cradle.
It's from 'The Art of Racing in The Rain.'
Or as my sister calls it, "That fucking dog book."
Do not judge her, she just hates dogs.