Telling: Streams & Logs


Nevermind, it's raining

The day has refused to gel. Not one thing or another. No thought seaworthy. All surface noise and jostling. No true current.

And then the rain came.

I sat a moment out under the porch roof watching the rain fall between me and the neighbor's ancient hemlock. The afternoon eased into a darker grey and the shoosh of traffic took on a serious, intent air.

For a moment nothing else mattered.