Wednesday, March 08, 2006


It happened when I lived in Seattle too. I got cocky today. Somehow my umbrella found its way out of my bag and even though it has been raining off and on for days, I didn’t take the time to look for it. It started out as a mist. Even if I had my umbrella with me, I wouldn’t have pulled it out. But an hour later it was a steady down pour. My wool scarf, jacket and hair were soon sopping. But I didn’t care. The rain was warm (as warm as it can be at 50 F) and it tasted like spring.


At 3/08/2006 06:51:00 PM, Blogger Scott E D said...

mmmmm nothing like the smell of wet wool.


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