I took the girls out in the rain, just to get wet. Just to get out of this house. The baby has a cold and she's been crying because her puzzle pieces don't fit right. She jams them against their spaces and cries to me, "Mommy, it's locked!"
We needed a walk in the rain.
I let them wander together, holding hands. Little sisters; there is a universe of love between them. We stopped every few feet to watch an ant traversing the sidewalk, to smell a drooping flower, wilting under the weight of the raindrops.
My girl filled her back pack with nuts from the neighbor's yard. We showed them to her teacher. They are called buckeyes, she said. You can't eat them, she said.
My brother got married this past weekend. His wedding was small and thrown together and everything was beautiful. I feel as though I was made for weddings. For first dances and drunk aunts with red cheeks, for sitting at a table in the corner where someone is smoking a cigar and laughing at the long road of marriage.
My sister's marriage is over. I am sorry for her pain, but I am happy, too. It is time to step out into the rain, just to get wet. Just to get out of that thing that's been sticking to her like a grey film of grease for years. I am happy that she's moving to be near to me, that I can take her out for Thai food and gather her little duckling near to me, let him hunt for worms and through roots and stems with my own little ones.
My tomatoes are finished growing for the year. It's been raining for days and they're all splitting themselves at the seams. They're all vomiting their guts into the soil, and so am I. We're ready for colder things; slowing down. Moving like statues in dreams. For roasting in the oven, pumpkin pudding and salted caramel. We are ready, the little red darlings and I, for inverted poses and hoods pulled up around our faces. I am ready to till everything under and add feathers to my nest. I am ready to work at being happy. I am ready to be happy.
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