In which I’m back in my home town

Hard rain pounding down from a mostly sunny sky.  I went out and danced in it, barefoot on my front walk.

New York was clear and the air was great for running and I saw lots of people I love, but man, I missed this place and the cats in it and the comfort of making my own dinner. 

Now I’m rain-wet and there’s probably soot in my hair, and I’m going to saute some cabbage and listen to hip hop.

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