Wednesday, March 23, 2011

From Firefox, for a change.

I had forgotten about the storms forecast for tonight, and Miley and I stepped out into a drizzle and walked through the gently growing rain. We went down to the creek, and it sounded like summertime. The water was swollen with the beginnings of its wet season wealth, and I could hear a frog calling a little up the way. Miley splashed through the stream and I remembered again how much I love the sound of feet walking through water.

We left the woods after a few minutes and walked on up the street, and I loved the rainy midnight shine of porch light on slate walk. I loved the cool-not-coldness of the air and the raindrops. And now I'm exhausted, and still have not done laundry. And won't. Goodnight.

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