It was a dark and stormy... Morning.

{ It was so dark, even the streetlights were still on }

{ Miles tried to tell me that we should cancel our morning walk. }

{ “Seriously — I can hold it all day. Abort mission. Stat.” }

{ Having excellent senses, Miles could tell something was brewing above }

{ We got to the community garden . . . }

{ And BAM. It happened. HAIL ATTACK! }

{ “Hmm… More startling than snow… But more appealing to chase.” }

{ 10 minutes later, the sun made an appearance.
And that is a westcoast spring morning, y’all. }

It was a dark and stormy… Morning.