The air was chilly, and the sun was hiding
The house stunk of fresh mud from my boots
Discarded on the floor next to me in the living room
In the corner, my dad browsed through the radio rapidly
I was certain the static was going to make me crazy
I tried to focus on something else, and I smelt something peculiar
‘Is something burning?’ I asked quizzically, turning to peer at my dad
He let a curse word slip and switched off the radio, and headed for the kitchen
I sighed. Peace at last. I turned back to the book in front of me
Something soft brushed my leg and I grinned as my dog placed his head in my lap
He had a very distinct wet dog smell, a smell I had grown so used to
I gazed into his ocean blue eyes and I realized how much I appreciated days like these
No school, home cooked meals, surrounded by family
It just felt so
Right
