DRIZZLE INTERMITTENTLY pecks Abby and Pari as they walk barefoot on the beach at sundown. Pari examines the cloudless sky trying to determine the source of the sprinkles.
Both women are buoyant in spirit. Halo too. His smile broadens and he romps and frolics in small leaps, occasionally curling his head back as if he could see across his back to his tail. “Halo always dances in the rain,” Abby says. “When he hears rain showers he cries until I let him outside. He’ll prance, and dance, and when exhausted he will fall asleep in the raindrops.”
Pari’s eyes moisten as she watches him in bliss. “This is what happiness is. Carefree joy. Living in the moment. I bet I will remember these images of Halo in the rain the next time I am asked to describe or contemplate the concept of happi
