After A Rain
I'm home sick today from work, sniffles and sneezes and aches and wheezes. My biggest accomplishment of the day was putting on socks and livetweeting the two-part pilot of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer".
Around 6:00, I managed to go outside to check the mail and was startled to find the air hot and muggy, like Florida after a rain. I was barefoot and the ground was warm to the touch. I came inside and checked the temperature: 60 degrees.
One dose of Dayquil and a pair of boots later, I was taking a short walk, drinking in the sounds and smells of spring, knowing it might not last. It's only March after all. As I passed a squat gray house on a quiet street, a little boy skipped out the front door, stopped in the yard, threw back his arms and took a great gulp of air, then sighed. He looked at me and grinned.
I laughed. "That's how I feel, too."
Around 6:00, I managed to go outside to check the mail and was startled to find the air hot and muggy, like Florida after a rain. I was barefoot and the ground was warm to the touch. I came inside and checked the temperature: 60 degrees.
One dose of Dayquil and a pair of boots later, I was taking a short walk, drinking in the sounds and smells of spring, knowing it might not last. It's only March after all. As I passed a squat gray house on a quiet street, a little boy skipped out the front door, stopped in the yard, threw back his arms and took a great gulp of air, then sighed. He looked at me and grinned.
I laughed. "That's how I feel, too."
