this morning is bright and clear, crisp with cold. i needed change for the bus, so i stopped at starbucks. on the train after the bus, a paper cup of wild sweet orange tea warmed my hands as i read. charlotte and sophie were walking in the garden. it was raining, but they continued to walk so that they could speak alone. just as sophie leaned into charlotte and half her face fell, i felt the train slow for my stop. i knew that sophie had had a stroke. i wondered what i would do in the rain without my umbrella.
and then i realized that the rain was in a different world.