|Words and photos by F LoBuono|
I have a really good umbrella and waterproof shoes. So, after I swallowed a bourbon (or 2), I slid into those shoes, grabbed that umbrella, and stepped out into the tempestuous night.
The rain was pounding and, I'm sure, most sane individuals were comfortably ensconced in their warm beds. It's about three or four blocks down Broadway from my apartment to the outskirts of the village "downtown". It was virtually deserted. And, I loved it. The storm was being caused by a sudden cold front invading the warm, most air creating a most refreshing breeze of fresh, cool air. Occasionally, a strong gust would blow cold rainwater into my face, causing a most pleasant sensation. But, besides that, my sturdy umbrella and sensible shoes kept me dry.
It made me smile.
They continued on their way and, me, mine.
I walked through the mostly empty village for a few more minutes before turning around to make my way home. The rain never stopped. In fact, I don't think it even let up.
And, it was perfect.
I had another bourbon and went to sleep.