I went for a walk in the rain today, soft rain, mist. Here they call it showers.
I thought of you because I was wearing a cute, blue, French-style hat. Not that you are French. but you are cute.
I walked hard, fast. My body anxious to move after two slovenly weeks of "taking for myself" because I was nursing a cold.
When I looked to the sky, the rain felt like little kid kisses on my face.
The gray all around held me like the hug from a good man.
It was silent...the silence we know in meditation.
A soft background of water and gentle breath.
Wish you were there.
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