Rainy Day

Wednesday, October 30, 2013


When the air is cool, the grass is green again, and the leaves start to change, this is the best part of fall.

Today we sat together, my dad and I, silent for a while, in the library. We talked a little bit about the battle at the bridge of Ramagen. We called his sister and mother. We snacked a little. My aunt said, maybe this is where you need to be right now. It's true. Sometimes I feel it strongly.

It's a rainy, foggy day, cool but not cold. I love this time of year--it lasts for a week. The grass returns from the heat of the summer, green and lush. The leaves turn and the air cools. It's a break from weather. Rain isn't usually a neutral kind of thing, but when it's usually either hot or cold, a tepid rainy day is something intermediate, something to mark the change in seasons. A day to leave the door open without thinking about the weather other than that it's there, and it's good.
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