|This is me scowling in the rain on a |
different day, under a less friendly sky.
We sauntered for our health and we hustled for our schedule. FarmWife's mother taught her that one never lets one's mount hurry on the way out from the barn or on the way back, lest he die of colic or azutoria or road founder or something equally unpleasant.
On our way we saw a bit of blue sky—it was shaped like a whale and was, if I dare equipomorphisize, rather friendly.