Lassie and the Rain
My puppy is a little ball of sunlight, I tell you.
It was stormy. I decided to take her up onto the roof, so she could run around on concrete and not be eaten to death by ants. The rain began to pour really hard and we could hear thunder.
Other dogs in the neighborhood barked in fear and I watched fixedly at little Lassie to see if she would feel frightened as well.
But no, little Lassie ran about in the rain and chased dead leaves that blew around in the wind.
It is odd, but I want to learn from that…
I want to learn to dance in a storm.
Envision That Horizon.