The weather has offered up yet another array of large cotton balls falling from the stars. They've been light this time. The wind usually blows them horizontally. For the first time in a while they've fallen like feathers with a verticle stride. This makes them soft and fluffy. They don't sink or harden, but rather lie loosely around eachother. It makes them heavy and wet. Riley and Rascal play avidly amidst them without bruising themselves. They do kind of create a big soft cushion just awaiting to be jumped into. And the temptentation is overwhelming. So I think I shall. Just run... and jump.
