He looks at me with those big brown eyes, and he barks at me. He looks at me, he looks at the mess in the room I am working on. He huffs at me, a bark that means go out, but he was out only a short time ago. Okay buddy I say okay. I shower first because I am sweaty, dusty and covered in the sticky clingy bits of animal hair and shredded paper that faced me as I sat on the floor. I decide to go about a quarter of a mile further from home, eyeing the dark clouds. I wonder if I might have made an error when the wind picks up at the farthest place from home. I feel a drip on my calf, my shoulder blade, my forearm though I do not see any dark spots on the pavement. Soon the pavement is covered with the spots. The dog alerts me to something, I stop and look and see a turkey vulture sitting on a small patch of grass. I stand and look at it until it flies off into the trees. I wonder as to its symbolism. I have not seen one in the city, ever.
I return home and make blueberry pancakes for myself and for the dog. Then I get ready for bed. I feel so tired, the emotional reset that always happens to me at the end of a school year. I close my eyes and listen to the soft rain falling.