Wet

When I left work this afternoon, the sky was oatmeal-shaded with rain sloshing down. By the time I crossed the parking lot and reached the car, my hair was dripping, and my jacket was damped. Once home, it took about an hour to dabble at the customary early evening household chores.

Rain was still falling as I left for dinner. Water streaked and stained my car windows and turned puddle-reflected taillights into long wavering red tentacles. A Chinese restaurant with multi-colored lights hanging along the eaves flickered in the wet and looked like a Monet painting. The spear-like silver streetlights along the Interstate with their high, sodium-vapor bursts of pink became giant dandelions.

When I headed home from dinner, the rain had stopped. but within the last few minutes is has started again. This will be great evening for wallowing under the blankets, huddling with the warm and fuzzy cats, and reading about murder in an English village.

PAX!