The cold autumn rain falls outside our window.
Its soothing sound telling me to stop
doing everything and head back to bed.
I stop and stare at the wet rooftops and the little pond that has formed
inside a hole our puppy dug in the summer.
I can see how the raindrops form little glass like crowns as they hit
the ground and think to myself, how magical rainfall truly can be.
In the distance, I hear the cry of a crow being interrupted by the
distinct sound of geese flying by.
I wonder if they are greeting each other, or if like humans,
birds speak different languages.
I start to daydream about their destination and picture
them gathering and loudly discussing their journey.
I suddenly realize that I have been daydreaming and must refocus.
Time to talk about this easy centrepiece I put together
with red pears and hydrangeas in
a silver bowl.
But I’m quickly hypnotized again
by the sound of the rain and its