Watching out for curb-side mini lakes is a must today. Small reservoirs are splashed with exhaust and rubber.
With a plethora of pedestrians, the observant observe. As they are meant to. Both sides. Soles and rolls. Roles. Purposeful splashing isn't unheard of.
There's a calmness in between the grace of the slow drops. Treasured for the trek. Umbrellas cram the streets like weapons. Safety goggles and patience recommended. Hard to come by. Can't get anywhere in a hurry when tiny sprinkles. Equals. All umbries to ope. Unnecessary shields. Mine today yellow for sense of sun. Kept closed. We slept with the pour down. I wouldn't mind to have had a bit more. Sleep, not rain.
Out of the ordinary. Bus. Reader down. Can't swipe. Sign taped on the circle. Thick black marker used. I bet I'd like that marker. "Reader down, HAVE A NICE DAY." I sign the petition to try...
The stop and go train-unauthorized-deserving apologetic announcements make it difficult. Sacroiliac pulse and heavy lids distracting. The light rain on the train roof is calming, like needles..
and it's time to exit into the rush of it all. Petition in pocket and a red hat by my side.
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