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Rainy Day Walks

Some time after quarantine orders were placed, I started to go on walks with my dog. I first dubbed them bouts of my "aimless wandering" through my neighborhood, but really it was a time for solace that I spruced up with dry humor. Now, I live in a very southern state (the one with all the alligators and humidity and palm trees that breed like rabbits and spread all over the place), and because I've lived there for thirteen years, there's a certain feeling in your bones where you know when it's gonna rain and when it's not. I kept checking my phone for the weather -- there was a 50% chance of rain for the time being. I rolled my eyes up to the slate clouds and smirked, yeah, right. The clouds were the light gray of a handful of pebbles, scavenged from a sandy riverbottom in wild New York. I snickered at the naivety of the weather app and moseyed on through my route, somehow knowing it wasn't going to rain. I surveyed the houses, with ornate gutters and the intricate doors and the muted wall colors. I listened quietly to the faint metallic jingle of my new cargo pants and drew the dog along beside me. I peeled the strands of curly hair off of my arms, stuck there by humid evening. I even spotted two little hares in a garden, sniffling and twitching their little noses. It started to drizzle sparsely as I neared our house. I grinned with pride when I saw the picture I had drawn earlier that day, covered in plastic wrap (in order to protect it from the rain), and posted on the front of the house. It was inspired by an image that I had seen and captured on my cell. I had written in a brush pen across the top, WE ALL BLEED RED.

I glanced over out of the corner of my eye at the poster while I typed in the code for the garage door opener. My other eye was on the dog, who was breathing heavily and waiting for the door to lift, unleashed. He peered up at me, tongue lolling out of his maw, eager for the nighttime lineup of The Office.

Later, it started raining. Like, hard. The kind of pounding, fantastical racket that makes you feel deliriously powerful and almost neurotic. A smile slipped onto my lips, marveling and basking in whatever gem I had stumbled upon. My phone buzzed with a tornado warning for my county, and I realized I didn't know as much about this place as I thought I did.

I apologize is this has been frighteningly boring for you, I just wanted to share the experience. Thanks for reading, bye y'all.


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