it's raining again.

when i was 19, i was sitting in the subway in Oakland, and it was raining. i was in the window booth, and it was about 3pm. the grey skies were letting out a steady stream of water. it had been raining all day. young girls were scampering through the puddles, and guys walked, shoulders hunched, caught off guard by the fall storm, getting soaked.

i think that was the day that i really fell in love with the rain. the light cast a flat tone, and as the water came down it just reminded me of england, of Cambridge.

i've been here (bean :)) for over sixteen years. more than half my adult life, but england, and Cambridge, will always be home.

the streetlight twinkles in the puddles, the orange glow dancing off the trees.
an old man is pedaling, slowly home, as he has for years.
he'll be home soon, so a warm house. he'll hoist his bicycle up the three front steps, and awkwardly open the front door, pushing it in before him, and the leaning it in the hallway. home.