โ† Writing

After rain

The pavement kept the sky for a while. I stood there longer than I meant to.

There is a particular quiet that arrives after rain that is not silence exactly โ€” more like the world rinsing its mouth. Cars go slower. People look down. I took a picture of the ground because the ground was doing something interesting, and then I went home with wet cuffs.

I have a habit of photographing the leftover parts of a day.