rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

Long Day

Going around town as the mist built up through the afternoon, I noticed again how different the place looks on a day without shadows. One tends to forget such things through the summer, so that recognizing them again is a bit surprising. All the details are equalized on such a day, their distinctiveness diminished. The well kept lawn and the overgrown lawn, the freshly painted house and the shabby house, all blend together under the grey sky. In the evening, the drizzle began, and slowly the rain gathered into a steady drumming. The rains of autumn here are usually calm, fairly warm rains. They are not like the cold and windswept rains of winter, or the short, furious rains of spring which almost always end with a thundershower. This is a background rain, a piano sonata of rain, softly pattering away while you lose yourself in thought.

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