I need sun for equilibrium. That's not the word. For energy, mood. When we go for too long without sun it's as though the clouds have found a way to tap my energy right out of my pores, and lately I am drained.
Boz, our dog, has energy. (You can't see it because he's saving it for when it's sunny.) He hates clouds. He wants something. He wants anything. He follows me around the house, breathing. He wants me to fix it. This is awful. THERE MUST BE SUN.
When he's not following me around the house he's lying on his bed under his towel, waiting for me to fix it.
The critter on the leaf likes cloudy weather. He and Boz will never get along.
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