Friday, August 02, 2013

I'm reading a book and the man is standing in front of a window and hearing the rain trickling outside. It makes me remember--
and I have to stop reading for a minute to let the memory soak in--
In Florida, sitting in the kitchen by the window and watching the rain trickle down, over the railing on the catwalk and on the tall palm tree to the right and filling the sky, the warn, bluish-grayish sky.

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