It’s Just a Day

Forgot it was Valentine's Day 'till I saw the Doodle. Honestly, it surprised me how little I cared. I had class to go to and problems to start, research work for my meeting.

It was the first rainy day in months. High of sixty in an eighty-degree week. Gray and cloudy and wet and I loved it. I'm from the gray and the wet and the green, and this place grinds me down. This day after day of desert, day after day of the heat and the sun.

The cool was refreshing, it lifted me up as I stepped out the doorway, put a smile on my face as I splashed through the streets. Grabbed dinner with a friend I hadn't seen in a while, and we walked with umbrellas unopened.

And when I got home there was a box on my doorstep, wrapped up in plastic so it wouldn't get wet. Little heart-shaped chocolates, made by my mother, and more bubble wrap than you would use on a vase.