Write four lines of prose about: dormancy.
With the forecast looking pretty reasonable, I shall be returning to the market tomorrow morning. Should things stay as predicted, and everybody gets a decent night's rest, Kat will be bringing Max up a little bit later in the morning for his first farmers market appearance.
Here's hoping for a good turnout.
The villagers stroll through their streets, calling out relaxed greetings to old friends. Their pets and livestock (one and the same in many cases) run freely, nipping ankles and chasing and being chased by half-naked children.
And I watch from my lofty perch, knowing what they seem to have forgotten.
That a dormant volcano does not stay quiet forever, and that I am preparing to wake.