the type of rain that makes puddles in the parking lots.
The type of rain that makes one stay indoors.
She remembered how the morning had been still and dark when he had left for work. The sumac that lined the path along dog beach had begun to turn yellow and orange. The other night she had put on a pair of socks.
Autumn was a time for pulling in.
But they were not there yet. This was just one day, a foreshadowing if you will. It was nice to have the peace and quiet of her own company. She spent the day by herself but she was not lonely.
The weekend was to be hot and sunny and the little road to the gravel town parking lot would be filled with the sounds of people going to the beach. Perhaps she would even take a walk over and sit on her chair in the sun.
But today it was was a rainy day.
And she was alone.
she was comfortable with herself and her thoughts. She liked it even. In fact she had been drawn to her own company for as long as she could remember.
She wasn't lonely at all.