Waiting

The boy and I made it into the city and back again. A very short trip. We sat with an old friend and had lunch.

The boy's mother has since picked him up and is taking him to have pizza at a friend's house. 

Having a weekday off is a little bit odd, for me. I never quite know what to do with myself. By the time I figure it out the day is long gone.

Now, I sit here as the sunlight softens and stretches into my bedroom at an angle that climbs the far wall. There are the sounds of the kids playing outside the window. 

Another day off tomorrow, much like the one today. Rain is expected. Tonight, reading in bed until my eyes tire, waiting for the sound of it outside, for the sounds of the rain.

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