Joe Rover

I can feel it in my bones. The howling wind. The icy air. A storm is coming. 

The wind chill grows. The icicles form along the roofs and plants. Water moves slower and slower becoming more solid.

The clouds become less friendly transforming from happy, white puffballs to menacing blankets of black. Darkness stretches across the land like skeletal fingers.

Snow falls; slowly at first then it looks as if Mother Nature has a severe case of dandruff. The grass, the trees, the homes, the vehicles are quickly covered in layers of white snow. 

The world seems to freeze. I hear no birds. I see no foxes or raccoons or squirrels. Nothing moves except for the branches weighed down by the growing piles of snow, which moan, groan, and creak like forgotten souls.

I fear this time the storm will not end, and it will engulf the Earth. That is what they say on the TV. Climate change. Global warming. Global cooling. Cities frozen. Cities underwater. Riots. Looting. The electric box breathes out fear and panic with every photon.

I whimper.

“Come away from the window, and join me by the fire.”

I turn and wag my tail. My human enters the living room wearing a cozy sweater and carrying a mug of hot chocolate. 

“Enough of that movie,” he says before turning off the TV.

He then sits near the fire, and I join him, resting my muzzle on his leg.

The fire crackles; he sips is hot cocoa. Soon, he is scratching me behind the ear and telling me everything will be okay. 

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