Today I love listening to thunder as I wonder when or even if I’ll get the grass cut this weekend. I love that I almost don’t care if I do or don’t, ’cause if I don’t the yard is gonna look like a meadow when I get home, and I love meadows. I love the rain and the memories it brings back of sitting, watching, talking, feeling safe. I love that the sound of the dishwasher fits in perfectly with the rain. I love that this morning when I awoke the sun was shining and what I could see of the sky through the window was brilliant blue, so I lazed around with coffee in bed. I love that it is dark enough now that we need the lights on in the kitchen to do anything much in there. I love dark gloomy mornings that started out sunny, I love that they make me think of sweaters and fireplaces and the front porch and my grandma’s back porch and my grandpa’s garage, and the old
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