It’s quiet on the street
Sun is shining but it’s not the sun of summertime anymore
The light is softer

It poured down buckets yesterday afternoon just after lunch
Lynette and I decided not to call a taxi
A little rain wouldn’t hurt us

Walking back to the car, a couple of bicyclists passed by whooping it up
Just as the clouds opened up again
I haven’t been caught in a tropical storm like that in a while
Only this time it wasn’t quite so warm

I was soaked and dripping but I was content

Fifteen years ago today, my cousin Molly passed away
A year and two days ago Lynette’s partner, Bruce, passed away
I thought of them over tea this morning.

Tea’s done. Time to enjoy the day and do something fruitful
Maybe tidy up my garden beds or sort through my closet

I have chocolates to deliver to my niece after her marathon
and a grape pie for Bridget and Caner made from the fruits of their garden

Tonight I’ve been invited to Lynette’s sister Peggy’s for dinner
It’s Thanksgiving