Standing on the porch in the dark this morning, enjoying a cup of coffee, my eyes surveyed a scene straight out of a Viet Nam movie. The dogs had charged into the rice paddy of our front yard, as soon as I had opened the front door. Made that way courtesy of the torrents of global warming snowfall recently subject to our balmy melting temperatures and monsoon rainfall.
The music started softly at first as though far off in the distance, slowly becoming louder, until it thundered in all our ears.
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The wind had turned in the night it was now cool and strong off of the water, huge breakers were rolling in and disintegrating in foamy spray along the shore.
Looking back towards me, with an ear still turned toward the thundering music now accompanied by the song of the waves, their eyes tell me what they are thinking, “Mommy don’t surf!!!”
“You’re right”, I say. “I can’t even get her to go swimming with me.”
As they begin their morning chase of the cat across the rice paddy, they bark out the start of their day.
“We love the smell of cat shit in the morning. It smells like… breakfast!!!”
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