money clips and fobs, but I still love how the wet day felt.
Change of climate today, like NY dropped into a cloud forest, cool and misty like the Cameron Highlands, where we spent a cool and humid few weeks one time, drizzly wet like the light rain hours of the monsoon in Mussoorie, gray except for silhouettes of fogged-in hillsides, colorless except for green and the bright orange rust of tin roofs, made brighter by the wet. Fresh green air, cool mossy smells, always damp socks, hair, clothes.
I miss days like today, even when they're happening.
Jim's coming home tomorrow. Finally.