Deep inside, you know that some things are boundless

Something smells good, and it is not laundry smells and it is not cooking smells and it is not people or skin smells. Something smells good and I know that I have to pull on a pair of shorts (not my own) and go outside half sleepy still. Raining.

Yes, it is raining. Yes it is that half cold sort of rain that comes in the summer, Yes it is about 75 degrees out there and steady rain. Not insistent, not intermittent, not half-hearted, just steady wet. Soggy cigarettes taste good on the stoop.

I am waiting to see her with her own squirmy face red scrunched baby. There is something like Hello Little Lady and Oh Baby you are So Cool you will Stop Crying and Sleep Sweetly now and more of so much gentleness that spills naturally. These creatures are ugly miracles, beautiful.