Blowing away the caffeine

A little jittery, I walk up the damp path with my hood up as the wind whistles past my eardrums. Little Dog takes her time working out just how many dogs have meandered up the same path in the ninety-six hours since she was last there.  She counts to 'quite a few' before I end the game and march her up onto the top as I'm spotting the sun beginning to win through the cloud.

In time for a rainbow.  On top for some air.  

Leaving the motorway behind and unfurling my caged skeleton, I remind myself that three coffees is a coffee too many.