I come out of the subway into drizzling rain that, as if the clouds have spotted me, immediately turns to a downpour.
I spit out my gum the flavor of bathroom caulk and rub my jaw. Realizing that if I walk faster I'll get rained on less, I lengthen my stride while the rain soaks my clothes.
My breath, for the first time this year, fogs the air, and despite the drenching I'm getting I smile, knowing that fall is in full swing.
One year ago: Corrective
Two years ago: Doge-calling
Three years ago: When I Wore A Younger Man's Clothes
Four years ago: It Only Takes A Spark
Six years ago: Instigator