Whenever it's the rainy season I feel ten times blessed to have retired. I recall that the sky tricksters would always make it rain at the wrong times: when I was leaving the house for work and when I was leaving the office to get home. I'd gotten stranded, gotten jostled in crowded vehicles, been unable to get rides, walked in waist-high floods, and known the misery of being caught in the rain when all I wanted was to be safe and warm and dry. There was, moreover, a lot of ill will out there; the devils were not only in the traffic, they were also generally everywhere else.
Today I stay home during downpours, light the incandescent lamps, relax, and enjoy a cup or two of coffee. Sometimes I just hang out in the studio lounge with a special friend. I watch the rain from the windows and I no longer see it as an enemy. And, of course, there is the option of walking to the center in a trench coat and under an umbrella, having an espresso in one of the coffee shops, wallowing in the scent of brewed, ground coffee beans, cinnamon, and lemon, and afterward bringing home boxes of pastries that my granddaughters like.
Today I stay home during downpours, light the incandescent lamps, relax, and enjoy a cup or two of coffee. Sometimes I just hang out in the studio lounge with a special friend. I watch the rain from the windows and I no longer see it as an enemy. And, of course, there is the option of walking to the center in a trench coat and under an umbrella, having an espresso in one of the coffee shops, wallowing in the scent of brewed, ground coffee beans, cinnamon, and lemon, and afterward bringing home boxes of pastries that my granddaughters like.
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