The rain came down, softly at first. A gentle drizzle, my face thinly misted as I walked out to collect the recycle bins from the curb. The rain began in earnest as I headed back toward my porch, quickening my steps ahead of the downpour.
A dense fog bank hangs low over the hills, making their height appear uniform, and looking more like a greenery stockade wall surrounding my town than rolling westward hills. Summer has been retreating steadily, although the weather remains warm to hot most days.
I hated putting on jeans instead of shorts today, and the sneakers I squeezed my feet into are an affront to my normally flip-flop shod feet. I could still wear my flip-flops or sandals, but they spray the water from the sidewalk up onto the back of my pants with each footfall. No, thanks!
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