She broke your throne/and she cut your hair
When Tom and I move from this apartment to some anonymous future somewhere, I will miss the living room picture-type window. Last night's rain was amazing, pounding at the house, the ground, continuing through the afternoon. It's finally over now, and the light is streaming brightly inside. I can watch the depleted rain clouds rolling away while the cat twitches and snores. Now, I think I'm going to go take a walk and return some movies in the unseasonable warm. I'm not going to wear socks. It will be awesome.