The Sky Is Making Me Sad – Conversations with Stella


I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The sky is gray. Again. And again. And again. I will never again complain about the bright, shiny blue Texas sky. Come back, Texas sky. You were not so bad after all.

Me:   Aw, that’s sweet, Stella.

Stella:   So, will our sky come back?

Me:        Someday.

Stella:    Not good enough. I heard this song. “The stars at night are big and bright, clap, clap, clap, clap, deep in the heart of Texas”.

Me:        I’ve heard that song, too.

Stella:    But it’s not true. I see no stars. I haven’t for days and days. Or nights and nights.

Me:        They are still there. Don’t give up hope. Did you notice that there was less rain today and that the ground was dry in spots?

Stella:    Did you notice how gray the sky was?

Me:        The sun broke through for about 15 minutes. Long enough for Sweetie to squeeze in a quick sunbath.

Stella:    Sweetie got a sunbath? Why didn’t anybody tell me?

Me:        You were napping.

Stella:    Next time, wake me up! The shining sun is a once in a lifetime event around here!

Me:        I’ll make a note that you said that.







Copyright 2018 H.J. Hill All Rights Reserved.


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