aamusedinatx | Reflections on a Rainy Sunday

I could tell the other night that we had rain moving back in. This is the time of year that we get what I term "interesting sky." Dramatic sunsets where the fog and the clouds vie for space in the sky above the bay, like this:

One would think I have the sense the Gods gave a goose and stay INDOORS like NORMAL people, but no. Today, I was out in the rain. I walked slowly uptown, listening to my iPod, clutching my umbrella and listening to my feet squish in my shoes. I caught the bus uphill or a mile and a half and landed at the Mad Scientist's house. I came in and topped up the cat food and water, loved on the kitties, and swept up the riot they had because I had no gushy food for them. Someone had run amok across the cabinets knocking things to the floor, including the French Press, so I had to sweep up glass as well.

I managed to get groceries in and the dork dog walked before it started to seriously pour again. Now we're all inside snuggled up in the living room with the heater on. I'm cold, I still feel a bit damp, but I am very glad for my few hours out in the rain.

Berkeley seems different in the rain. the streets are quiet, less filled with people. I can walk with my thoughts, the sound of rain, the scents of damp earth, eucalyptus, wood smoke. There's something calming, centering about that. I didn't mind the damp coat, the water running off my back from the soaked umbrella. The damp, bare feet, squishing in slide on loafers--completely goofy foot-ware for a wet day.

It was a cleansing walk and now, I'm inside with a new appreciation of heat and dry feet, and snoozing kitties, and snoring dork dogs.