January 2011
3 posts
I wake up in the middle of the night, look out the window. There’s nothing there. It’s too dark here, no evening lights, too much cloud cover. It’s raining, and I listen to the droplets.
A few months ago I was on the other side of the country. I’d just dipped my toes into the fountain of the National Gallery when giant rain drops scattered across the Mall. I grabbed...
