after Bahn convinced me this summer during a few crazy afternoon floods in the Berkshires
that thunderstorms can indeed by utterly and completely comforting.
Torrents of rain, twirling my favorite umbrella around like a kid,
images of splashing through puddles (had I not needed to go to class),
the excuse to wear flip-flops all day (which I think is normally sloppy)
and mental debates about the fiscal responsibility of a pair of eggplant Hunter rain boots
even for days like this that happen only 3 or 4 times per year in this climate,
it was a true monsoon.
(yet another plus for Denmark, where people wear rainboots all. the. time.,
almost as much as they ride their bikes.)
Made me so excited for weather that is cold enough for me to wear my new purple boots.
I came home from school, promptly changed into my comfiest clothes with a mug of tea
and snuggled with my baby Biizuka for the rest of the day,
wishing I had a roomy sweatshirt that isn't too chunky.
It was a quiet afternoon,
and I lost myself in Peter Pan (the JM Barrie version),
my new practice break as of late.
It was a good day.
Schlicht und einfach, how I hope it will stay this year.
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