we drove very slowly because the rain was coming down so hard that it obliterated any view of the road that we had. alfred stuck his tongue out the window to catch a few drops, but quickly backed away, lest be hit by more angry drops. i had just left quite an impression on the alternative youth of hendersonville, having walked out from the overstimulating gourmet produce store to my car in the middle of it, effectively soaking every inch of myself (later appreciating the sight in the rearview mirror). it felt like we were in the southwest desert-- having prayed for months, the water finally came. maybe alfred did a little rain dance outside in the dark when no one was looking. this is what i remember summer to be, the groaning hot days and bacon-sizzling concrete washed away in the blink of an eye in an uncontrollable wave from the heavens. having been inspired by nigella lawson this morning, here i sit on the porch, crusty bread in hand, large almost over-ripe tomato gushing onto a string of crudely-pulled apart cheese. ice tea to my left, alfred at my feet, nature as my show.
this is the life.
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i sent my rain to you, i thought that you might like a little bit of cooler weather despite your protestations.
next to come from new york, breezy days. weekdays should always start with something to rattle our hair out a little, it always makes it that much more pleasant to smooth down come lazy sundays.
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