March 7, 2013
It is a rainy day. I am walking from the mailbox four blocks away. I have good news with me. My blue umbrella is in symphony with the playful rain drops. I see my house now. My little brown house with the red door. The plants are drooping and it is a grey day. I like days like this. Inside, my husband is having coffee. I will open the door and he will smile at me. I am merely 5 steps away now. His teaspoon is tinkling against his cup as he stirs his coffee. It is my favorite sound.