I could not see the light drizzle but the synthetic material of my coat had wet patches that have grown bigger by the minute I was walking to the grocery store. The drizzle was so fine it feels like the rejuvenating mist I spray on my face to, as the bottle claimed, hydrate and refresh tired skin. The cobblestone was dark and clean, courtesy of the overnight rainfall that went on and on. The raindrops hitting the window were a rhythmic tapping sound that lulled me to a cozy sleep last night.
What little of the leaves that have remained on the trees were drooping, heavy with moisture or maybe just from being battered in the downpour. The wooden chair underneath the huge old tree with bare branches was wet. An old man was sitting there, seeming content to just people watch. He held his stick on his right hand, his arm outstretched. His left was holding the leash to a small creased looking brown dog with black eyes and upturned button nose. It looked alert even when standing still at its master’s feet, its tail swishing a few times when another passerby walked too close to where they were.
It was a short walk from my flat to the mall where the grocery store was. I met only a few people along the way. It was probably too early for most…well mine too. The thought of getting my hands on fresh wild sea bass drew me out the door. The other day, my sister and I went to the grocery store late evening and we were left with anemic looking fishes.
I finally arrived at the store. My coat was damp but the cold did not seep in. The drizzle did its job of making me feel invigorated. It was all natural skin hydration.
Escape to Aurora Lane 