Rain and Dreams

hard, and chilly. the kind that runs down the back of you neck and makes you shiver. gets into your bones and makes you turn up the heat. shook the water off of my jacket. had a cup of coffee and read the paper. War and the Final Four. then got back into bed. pulled up the covers and drifted off listening to the rain pound against my window.

drempt of being somewhere that I'd never been. sitting in a quiet room. looking through a box of old photographs with a stranger. photos that i'd never seen before. strewn all around us. yet somehow, they brought back a lot of memories. a woman in a canvas chair, sitting on the beach. blue chair, bluer bathing suit. smiling. one hand raised slightly, to wave at the camera. captured in that perfect moment in time forever.

woke up sweating.