Wednesday, 26 March 2008

Trédaniel plan d'eau, morning.

I stand listening to the rain on the hood of my coat and watching the dappled circles it makes on the surface of the water. Years fall away from me.

4 comments:

Bee said...

If I might interrupt with a prosaic question: Where did you grow up, Lucy?

I wish that I could love the rain -- and associate it with youthful experience. Instead, it just makes me want to stay inside and go back to bed! (And I am much the worse for missing my daily walk.)

Dave said...

Nice one, Lucy.

Lucy said...

Thank you Dave, Bee.

Bee, I mostly feel the same as you, especially when there's a lot of it! I grew up in Hertfordshire in the Home Counties (funny appellation that, home for whom?!), where it rained a fairly average amount for England, though not as much as Wales where I spent many years... I think I quite liked having wellingtons and waterproof coats.

Bee said...

Lucy,

Two of my best friends live in HERTS -- one in Welwyn and the other in Weston.

Rain is just not very congenial to me, but then I am a native Texan.

Wellies are nice, though.