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"Beware of the murky sky !" the wind muttered inside my ear. I raised my eyes and gazed at the clouds, not the ghost of a doubt : a black rain was going to fall. I was out for a walk with my dog, already too far enough to go home before the deluge of rain. So I considered that I'd better search a haven somewhere else. I remembered an excavation in the rocky talus, haunted by the rabbits. A strong wind appeared suddenly from nowhere, and I quickened my pace to the coveted shelter. I just sat down there and the strong wind was already turning into a real storm, while the black rain began to fall all around us. I was having a hypnotic fascination for the scene that was happening just in front of me. A long way away, the trees were stooping reverently, dancing in harmony with the murky clouds ballet. It was raining cats and dogs all around, and the darkness had overrun the whole landscape. A cryptic atmosphere prevailed. Then I looked at my dog, he was lying at my feet. I noticed that he was simply sleeping. Lucky dog ! He was slumbering peacefully, as if nothing wrong was happening all around us. And the light dawned on me. Wasn't he simply right ? Murk was inside of me, but out of him. And I began to open my heart to the cryptic atmosphere. The murky clouds were decked out in all their finery to sketch an old master. The stormy wind was conducting the sky orchestra which was making all the trees and the flowers dance gracefully. The rain drops were making the light iridescent, firing the land like a myriad of fireflies. I was then the onlooker of a wonderful scene, and the wind murmured inside my ear some sweet words and the sun began to enlighten my soul. I looked again at my lucky dog. While he was still slumbering peacefully, light and sun was glowing from him, and I blessed him to have open my soul to the sun.
24/02/08 Isabelle Coquinot