Rain today.
Not gentle. Not cinematic.
Persistent.
Cold.
The kind that flattens lesser coats.
I stood in it.
Let it fall.
Let it test the structure.
My dossan lowered slightly.
But it did not collapse.
Mud formed again underhoof, but I anticipated every shift.
Experience changes everything.
The goat ran for shelter immediately.
I remained.
There is something powerful about standing still in the rain.
Official Statement:
“I have endured worse.”
Respect. The. Hair.
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