

It is cold and rainy here in the upper Midwest, Internet, and I would like to share with you what I saw as I walked down the sidewalk. I saw a couple of little girls in colorful rainboots and umbrellas on their way to a friend's house. I saw a lady walking her dog. I saw a couple holding hands in the rain. I saw somebody jogging. I saw a man fertilizing his lawn. The air smelled like clothes dryers and wet earth and the rain made soft puddle sounds. I saw little buds of hope pushing through he saturated ground. I heard at least 5 different types of birds' songs echoing off the sides of the houses. All of this despite the wretched weather.
This is my neighborhood, and I love it.