Oh, the sudden urgency in the people’s steps in the street as the raindrops start hitting the pavement. I don’t have an umbrella, so I’m drawing close to the buildings on the way home for some little shelter their walls and balconies can provide. I thought these buildings familiar, but either because I’m passing so close to them, or because of the rain, they smell different. It’s surprising, but pleasant and triggers some previously deeply buried childhood memories.
Monday, November 16, 2009
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