Conversations with the volcano

I live next door to a volcano. We are good friends and have lunch together everyday. I sit on its rim, with my feet dangling over the edge, usually eating a sandwich.

The volcano likes to share with me its plans for future eruptions. I never realized all the considerations involved in an eruption, probably because I’ve never done it.

I share with the volcano the things I’ve recently experienced. Like today I told about the bluebird that woke me this morning by taping on my bedroom window. The volcano asked if I thought it was a positive omen. I said that I would have to see.