The sky really isn’t sure what it wants to do tonight.
(Kind of like me.)
At times the sun shines
But then there’s the low growl of thunder.
There’s a nice cool breeze
Out here on the porch
And I have one fat cat for a pillow
And one keeping guard
Watching chipmunks dart about outside.
Chris Robinson’s New Earth Mud
Pours out of my speakers
Soothing my bones and my busy mind
The heartbeat of this cat a steady beat against my skull.
“Baby…baby…just do it to me with a smile…
…untangle my mind…”