Fall’s True Nature

I sit drinking coffee at the local Starbucks. The sky is still dark, lit with street lights and the festive bulbs of Starbucks’ patio. I don’t know what to write on this gloomy morning.

Yesterday it rained. The remnants sit in puddles in the parking lot. Autumn rains have a special place in my mind, indelibly printed there by a friend who took me out walking in the rain.

I have found Fall, not in the perfect blue of a sky, but in rain, in being drenched on a walk through a chilly night.

(In a dream: I walk through the storm. I am the storm. My voice is lost in thunder, and that is as it should be, because I will go back to the world of order where I am sixty and thought to be tame.)

It will be sunny today. It will be placid. I will smile at the sun and be mild, but I know my true nature. I know Fall’s true nature.