Rain,

It's a Sunday and its raining. It's raining because today it is not cold enough to snow. Because it is raining and not cold enough to snow the bravest blades of grass have decided to take a leap of faith. They are poking their heads above ground. And we know that in a few more days the sun will drift farther away and more snow will come, but those blades of grass will die with honor.

We sit inside and allow ourselves to be illuminated by the television screen. We drink black coffee. We fill pages with things we are told are important. We will not remember them in a few months when the sunlight bleaches our memories of this winter.