It is 8:15 PM, and the rain is coming down hard. I look out the window and see the bays in their paddock, soaked but content with the alfalfa in front of them. The evening sun hangs in the sky behind them. It is one of those strange sights, pink clouds and a white orb through sheets of rain.
In the barn, dry but no less content, are the kings, Duke & Diesel, and court jesters Raj the Mini, Alice the Donkey, and Cosmo the Pony. I hear the quail calling to each other now, bidding each other "good night". And so we bid all of you "sweet dreams" as well.