Gardener

Ah, the rain is finally here. Not the scary east coast Atlantic storm kind of rain. A gentle gardeners rain. In October. Because that is the best time to start a garden around here. I guess.

He put aside his paper and pen and went to stand at the window. Under the sopping sky wisps of green poked up through the mat of last year's dead grass. He looked down at his clean, clean hands.

New-made mud called to him.

Shoes and socks barely had time to land before he was out the door.