November 14, 2021
I wait until the rain calms to walk the dog. It is quiet by the time we go out and the sidewalk comes alive beneath street lamps, empty stretches paved with puddles and petrichor. Sullen leaves, soaked into silence by the storm, form soft piles that pad our steps and for the first time this season I am in a hurry to get home. Cold air catches up to me as I walk and a persistent shiver speeds my stride, all of me eager to be welcomed back into warmth.
