December 5th, 2010

caillebotte_man at his window

Resolved, for Now

So I'm now growing accustomed to the rain, as I do eventually do when some days pass and the clouds do not. The time always comes when night's black water-glassed pavements gleam shimmering light, and taillights send sprays of raindrop sparks flying. Then any notion to bemoan those pale gray days gone storming leaves my mind. So it's winter, and so.

The room is warm, and I remember with something approaching pleasure those brief pinprick bursts of the sky's icy chill the rain lately brought my face, and the sliding sheets of water my footsteps broke as I crossed the flooded drive, and the old storm-summoned songs that coursed through my mind like rivulets gathering seaward. Now, gusted raindrops drum the window, and the pines are singing like surf. But I've long since dried, and in such comfort may delight to hear the muted fury, and watch wispy steam swirl across my fresh coffee.

My dreaming cat chews a dream snack, which makes her whiskers flick. She's the picture of contentment. I must be the picture of resignation to the season. I'm finally ready to welcome this winter, if not with open arms then at least without resentment. It won't last forever, after all, and so I raise my cup to winter. Here's your mud in my eye! I'll soon be drunk with you, old friend, old foe.


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