I awoke at 5:56 am this morning, with a curious feeling that something was fundamentally different about that moment. It was quiet; cars hadn't yet begun rushing down the street towards the highway, my apartment was dark, and the complex lights were still shining through the gap between my ceiling and the top of my blinds.
Then, a sound made me leap out of bed, run to my door, and wrench it open to find that was RAINING! Despite my shoeless and thinly-clad state I stepped out onto the balcony into the chilly downpour, reaching out to catch raindrops in my hands.
Unromantically, I began to sneeze and went inside. But I think I slept a little better having seen some rain for the first time in probably ten months.
This morning I was good, got up when my alarm went off, took out the trash, checked the mail, etc etc. I have an appointment for later today and then it's back to the grind.
When my alarm went off, I wrapped myself in my dressing gown and ventured to peek outside. The air wasn't icy, but it had a crisp, chilly tang that makes me think it - and last night's rain - came down from the mountains instead of in over the sea. The sky is bright, although there are still a lot of clouds on the horizon, and I could see the outlines of the mountains from my balcony. All the colors seemed crisper and everything looked damp and freshly washed, the breeze so gentle the leaves on the trees barely fluttered.
I miss my family.
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