Sunday morning, wake up at six. Never mind that we went to bed around 2. Never mind that this is the longest night's sleep we have had in over 2 weeks. We are awake, and we are talking, and we are even coherent.
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.