2005-04-13
- 4:40 p.m. Fake: From under the canopy we watch the rain fall down. It is not heavy or cold. Just steady. Once, we rode out, pass the last of the strip malls silently designating the city limits. The trees have greened. Sometimes it catches me, how many different colors of green there are. The guys gave me a slicker that is three sizes too big. There is also no hood. The rain gets pass my collar, wets my neck. |