rain

The third day of grey and rain and sixty-degree weather makes me wonder if God is trying to erase all memory of summer from my consciousness. Maybe it's a good thing I forget the carefree feeling of warm air on my legs and sunshine on my eyelids; it will leave me cleansed of frivolity and prepared for another nine months of hard, hard, hard, hard work. Still, dry sidewalks would be nice for my walk to school...