November morning rain

This morning I don't have to be anywhere but here. After seeing to the beasties' needs, I retreated back to bed. It wasn't warm anymore. I stayed there a bit, cloudy morning light in my face. Wool sweater and jeans tugged on, I headed outside instead to take in more than just the gray light of the day. Standing barefoot, toes in the wet earth and slick leaves, face closed-eyed up to the fall of rain - I'm smiling.