I smell like wet dog.
In the few minutes I have been back in the house, and have shed enough clothes so that I am not completely soaking, and poured myself a drink to warm me up. The rain continues to fall onto the streets of Sydney on this early Saturday evening. Couples are dashing from cover to cover seeking shelter in the warm openings outside of local eateries, as diners glance disapprovingly, claiming the space as their own.
I had no umbrella. Only a pizza in a cardboard box, a hoodie, and two dogs leading me back to our own shelter. To their home; my temporary sanctuary.
It has not always been raining here.
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