Back from the bookstore party. One beer, a bag of chips, and three cookies later, and I’m parking the van at the garage. Rain is lightly falling and Norah Jones’ Come Away With Me is on the radio. Right when they get to the line, “And I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof, while I’m safe there in your arms.” I start crying, for a good minute or two.
Anyway, I am home now. I should be going to do laundry, but I think that I am just going to sit here and listen to the rain on my window for awhile…
A 40-something rediscovering life in California