As soon as it stops raining for half an hour it smells wonderful outside. Of damp earth and greenery, wet asphalt and water.
Rush hour has come and gone long ago as I set my feet outside for the first time today. A light mist rolls through the streets and the light pitter-patter of droplets falling from branches and leaves interrupts the muffled silence.
When I was a little girl I believed that just behind the mist the land of fairies began. You just had to find the right place to walk through to the other side.
By all appearances I'm a but more realistic now that I'm in my thirties but I still love to take a walk in the evening after the rain has fallen.
Today would have made a really good and almost warm autumn day. If it had been September.
Happy 4th of July!
