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The Road to Hail is Paved

I sat on my driveway in the rain today, wondering how I must look to the neighbors. I'm allergic to grass and don't like dirt, but I felt a yearning to commune with nature. The driveway (common concrete) seemed close enough to rock, which is just pre-dirt, besides it was getting drenched in the shower, just like me. In other words, I talked myself into this being the same thing as a trail walk, or river swim, or climbing like ivy up a groaning tree because I'm here. And without me, it makes no sound. Someone else will have to speak for those trees though— right now it's just me and soaked cement trying not to alarm AJ across the street, peeking through hand-sewn curtains. His wife doesn’t work. He’s an arborist— which I genuinely just remembered— so maybe he can chat with the maple in Renee’s yard next door, beg it to reconsider its shedding ritual until my husband fixes the leaf blower. It may not matter. The rain’s really coming down now— there's lightning, which means thunder— maybe even hail. This whole show could likely to strip the old gal down to her rough, brown skeleton. I stay as long as I can, trying to discern what I have in common with all of it.

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Date: 6/9/2025 6:57:00 PM
Sometimes we ponder in curious places. Getting out of the car I stop for the moon and stars, grab my husband’s hand and get him to look up too. I guess I’m the romantic…lol
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Jaymee Thomas
Date: 6/10/2025 4:46:00 AM
Awwww that's such a sweet moment, Kim. Thank you for sharing that. I do love a good driveway moment, this one just happened to be sitting on the concrete instead of in my car. 10/10 recommend :)

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