The Rain Began

Wednesday morning, I run laps around the Boston Common, pulling off my fleece jacket as I get warmer. A flock of birds take off, their black silhouettes a startling contrast against the pale October sky. I veer behind Park Plaza and, as I wait to cross the street, a light, chilly rain begins. I raise my face to the rain... and I slip my jacket back on.

Thursday, I'm walking home from the T. The spine of my umbrella is broken and, tossing it in a trashcan, I pull my raincoat around myself more tightly. I'm chilled and wet, but I have "Daylight" by Matt & Kim on repeat and I truly wish everyone around me could hear it as well. I want to take a running start and jump into a puddle. Or dance.

And then there's the remix.

Later that night, rain turns to snow.