Just the other day I was telling my husband, how nice it would be if it rained mindlessly for a while…if the pigment and shamrock greens of the land merged with the russet horizon…and all this while we would sit by the window, sip a cup of Castleton Caddy, and munch on some buttery popcorn.
This was just a near-utopic picture that I was trying to conjure up, to momentarily escape reality. I never realized an off-season Santa Claus was eavesdropping. And so my wish came true…almost.
While we went on a drive by the coastline this Saturday, the skies opened up. There was no popcorn…I dug into butter scotch candies instead. There was no Castleton Caddy…we celebrated the sudden downpour with a couple of pepper Absoluts. But I’ll forever remember the drive by the coastline, the plump nimbus brigade meeting the grey waters of the Bay of Bengal, and The Man in the Mirror playing in the car radio.
It’s not such a big deal that I should write a post on it. But it’s just a different weekend we spent after a real long time. Feels good.
This was just a near-utopic picture that I was trying to conjure up, to momentarily escape reality. I never realized an off-season Santa Claus was eavesdropping. And so my wish came true…almost.
While we went on a drive by the coastline this Saturday, the skies opened up. There was no popcorn…I dug into butter scotch candies instead. There was no Castleton Caddy…we celebrated the sudden downpour with a couple of pepper Absoluts. But I’ll forever remember the drive by the coastline, the plump nimbus brigade meeting the grey waters of the Bay of Bengal, and The Man in the Mirror playing in the car radio.
It’s not such a big deal that I should write a post on it. But it’s just a different weekend we spent after a real long time. Feels good.
