It’s a grey day, a warm day, with rivulets of snowmelt running down alleys of rugged cobblestone.
The warmth and a striped pair of rain boots make for a perfect walk.
There is a great wet world to discover, and in the light of low looming clouds every door leads to wonder.
Walking slowly hand in hand we seek beauty in stone and branch and shingle and sky.
I am grateful for my new galoshes…
For this warm wet winter walk, and for our destination. Of course we are at our local Carnegie Library branch, and I’m heading home with a copy of Singing In The Rain.