thunder only happens when its raining

Harley & I are like crazed little children when we’re locked up inside all day.

the weather outside
the weather outside

While Jay was glued to his desk studying, I took the opportunity of a break in Sydney’s leaden skies to take Harley down to the park for a run.

my breathe of fresh air
my breathe of fresh air

I want sun-kissed mornings; still and free, interrupted only by the sound of Jay’s footsteps beside me and Harley’s happy barking at pigeons.

my boys
my boys

happy days folks
xx

 

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