April 2009
2 posts
Tempest
Is it raining where you are?
Are the drops tiptoeing across the palm of your hand, finding solace in the crevices of your finger joints?
Are the beadlets tickling the tip of your nose, then snaking down the maze of freckles upon your cheek?
Is the dampness filling the cracks of your lips, then gently flooding your mouth to settle on the top of your tongue?
Is the downpour soaking your...
Shades of Blue
This morning was one of those mornings in DC: rainy, windy. The type of morning where you arrive at work soaking wet even if you’re wearing a raincoat and using an umbrella.
I was walking to work under my blue umbrella this morning when I saw a young woman in a blue rainjacket — the same shade of blue as my umbrella — crossing the street. Her light brown hair was soaked under the hood of her...