As I rolled over in bed I felt the weight of the blanket, chilly was an unusal greeting. The morning birds, that usually work as an alarm clock, did not wake me, where did they go? What time was it anyway? The grey sky hid the clues that the summer sun usually gives.
I got up, noticing that the floor was cool underneath my barefeet... was I dreaming or was it raining outside?
Looking out the bedroom window, I saw Sacha's duck and rooster, that he has raised since they hatched months ago, walking around in the rain. Rain? Puddles formed, and the oleander trees blossoms covered the ground. The duck and the rooster did not seem to mind wet feathers.
The duck is ready to fly, but I think it is in love with the rooster.
I am in love with summer, rain, and home... I wish that France and California weren't so far apart.