Water

It seems as though it has been raining every day since I can remember. Everything is soaked.

Shoes
Coat
Grass
Hair
Dirt
Umbrellas
Asphalt

Rivers make their way toward the street drains passing piles of soggy leaves and debris on their way.


Looking back on the summer, I think of the harvest of warm green water bottles gleaned from the fence out back. Vines replenished. It would seem that the preparations for next summer's bounty have begun already.