Thursday, March 7, 2013

Night Encounter

10:00 pm, San Simeon

Raining for hours.
No time to walk the dog.

Until now.  Letting up, but just a little.

I opened an umbrella, coaxed the dog out the door.

Warm night and soft drainage.

We walked, the dog adjusting to light sprinkles, my knee hurting just a little.

And rounded the corner.

Face to face with another human being.  Plastic scarf and rain coat.
“Good evening,” I said hoping to relax the moment.
“Good evening,” in elderly gravel voice, “I just love walking in the rain.”

“So do I,” I said and after some distance, “and being able to do so.”