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Down for the Count Up, 3
THREE YEARS, SEPTEMBER 30, 2009
maybe a million miles of tears
don’t know for sure, I lost count,
so back again, on the road to when
and maybe where, I can be not me,
for a while – not without you,
for three years.
Down for the Count Up, 8
SOME DAYS, APRIL 24, 2014
some days will always be harder than others.
because they are made of memories,
– marking the time –
between now and then, and heaven.
I walked home in the rain, yesterday.
It wasn’t a deluge. I didn’t try to catch it in a paper cup. It was necessary.
I keep a huge Kohl’s plastic bag in my work tote for occasions like this. When the weatherman gets it wrong. I carry a ball cap, too, even with the lack of thick hair to keep it on when the wind picks up. I really don’t care if my head gets wet, but I’ve noticed that hair actually does a pretty good job of keeping the water from running down your face. So, capping it is.
I’m sure I look a looney in my get up. I wear my go-to bonnet underneath my raincoat hood. My pea-head doesn’t hold up to the assumption that if you wear a larger size, your head must be larger-than-normal, too. Here’s the descript: Without the head help, looking straight ahead, I can only see from my nose down.
The sleeves are also about 2 inches too long. Helpfully, they keep at least one hand from cold-water pruning. The other one hoists my baggage. I likely drag along too much stuff for my two-days-per-week journey.
In my defense, I might want or need: phone charger, ear phones, sanitizer, chap stick, face powder that I could probably leave home since I have not used it in over a year. Also, coupons, reference paperwork, tissues, plastic bags, ball cap and a handkerchief. Paperclips, two pens, in case one does not work. Plus, the regular house keys, office keys, lunch box, water bottle, phone and masks. Yes, plural.
Anyway, yesterday. On my way out of my windowless work space, I hadn’t assessed the situation. Which led to having to assemble myself in the see-through vestibule. Bright pink, nylon-raincoat flap engaged, faded bluish bill sticking out, primed me for the silly-looking 5-minute trek home began.
That’s when I started thinking.
When was the last time I walked in the rain on-purpose? I knew it might rain today. Walking was a risk; a logic-balanced choice, though. Michigan Construction Season is in full-swing. It would take me 15-20 minutes to drive the alternate ‘detour’ route.
Two years ago, I regularly walked in the evening and on weekends. Walked the long way to work, 4-5 times a week. Checking my photos, it looks like my last deliberate rain-tread was a weekend morning. May 2019. Based on my shots, I’m sure it wasn’t a hard rain. Not likely was a drizzle, either. I remember making the choice to go.
I took a lot of rain-brightened pictures of flowers and leaves. Overcast skies and water make nature’s colors pop. I enjoyed the way the misty air kissed my skin.
Maybe it’s time to stop the basement cycle. I don’t take any photos down there on my perpetually-circular treadmill trips.
I’m kinda wishing for a wet morning this weekend. Just so I can conquer the walk, for the first time this year.
And ramble some. And take some cheery rain-soaked photos.
Question for the Week:
The Jesus and Mary Chain Happy When it Rains
Aaron Neville Can’t Stop My Heart From Loving You (The Rain Song)