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Walking In the Rain

be it london, nyc, paris or your own neck of the woods paved with the memories of many before (whilst many will follow after you), a private jaunt just when it begins to come down (not cats & dogs yet but that spit rain that reminds you that the storm just might be coming), can allow the mind to wander & as the pavement starts to take a pounding, you can finally appreciate the surroundings--- the crowds scurrying, the puddles forming & the umbrellas painting a nylon sheath o’er our heads--- the graying of the cityscape makes for emotional evenings that illuminate feelings that might have been hidden in the shadows of the sun, as the exodus from the parks & the streets sends people flocking to the restaurants, the cafés & the movie theatres, so that together they can bask in the glory of what those festering in sunny california or heatstroke prone miami may never encounter quite the same.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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