We are splashing in the swamp created by the water that flooded those few squares of concrete across the street from my house-- you know the ones-- and it's easy to forget that these days only happen a handful of times a year, sprinkled into our lives like clouds in the sky. Water streaks down our light-rain jackets and soaks our muddy sneakers, but there is still no need for rain boots here. We pretend it doesn't bother us, as we do with many other things. And later, when we're soggy and finally come inside, we can watch the droplets streak down the windows; it is comfortable in the warmth but arguably much more boring.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! I wrote this as the first somewhat cold weekend started (“cold” meaning 50-60 degrees… I live in California if you’re new here). I love the cold but as a disclaimer, I also know that California cold is not actually cold at all! It’s a blessing and a curse– I don’t plan to stay in the area and there’s literally barely any other places that match California’s climate so I will have to adjust. Also, no snow here 😦
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Brooke
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