I stopped and talked to one of the neighbors on my way home this morning. He lives alone and is much older than me, somewhere between the ages of my father and my grandfather. There is a dangerous wise warmth to his presence that I find comforting.
Today he asked me if I thought it was going to rain. I knew he knew it was going to but I said I didn’t think it would. The sky was clear and blue and there wasn’t much moisture in the air – why would I think it was going to rain?
He says they say we’re expecting thunderstorms. Rumors.
Must be something in the air… I was informed of three breakups this morning before 10am!
