Warm rain

Waking to the wind rattling the window I knew it had come. This false sense of return. But the kind that you know is a lie. Like when they ask "have you lost weight?" False but you like it and take it. I walked out to get the paper in a t shirt and it felt good. After coffee and a bit of "The Poetics Of Space" I climbed into the beat up honda with the roof rack for the Kayak and drove to work along the back roads. I had the moon roof open and the wind whistled in the roof rack. It's only gonna be like this for about 36 hours maybe 48 so I take all the fresh warm air I can.  A bit of rain starts coming down, but it's friday and I think "what the fuck", I 'll get to work just a little damp.".