r a i n / r e s t

friday: waking feeling rested, the light around the window shades blue and cool.  

there's a quiet and calm to everything, i sink down and pull the covers up, the patter of rain against glass making me chilly.

the black dog and i venture down the quiet little side streets, and i'm wearing that huge rain jacket. 

(at first i feel a little silly, under the hood that almost covers my eyes, the sleeves rolled in huge bunches.)

but i lift out my arm, my palm, and feel the drops/we splash thru the ditches and wet grass.

the others are still sleeping in the house.

i eat warm food alone in the shadowy kitchen and the cinnamon and oats taste like autumn.  the season seems so close suddenly, with the tastes and the cool air, so i dress in a light sweater of warm colors.

"august doesn't normally mean autumn" but on this morning when the rain falls down and a chill sets in, i almost believe this summer isn't infinite (and that's okay). 

there is a good feeling in my bones.  a motivation but an unhurried-ness at the same time. 

i find myself cross legged on the bed, notebook and pen or guitar/(the things that help me breathe)

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