I heard the soft pitter-patter of rainfall splashing the deck that is off my living room and smiled while I checked my email and schedule this morning. I love rain. I love the smell on the air and the fresh feeling that a cool breeze brings. I didn't really notice the sound go away as I was gearing up to take my shower and rinse the gym off my skin.
Gathering my four morning essentials (phone, wallet, keys, ID badge), I looked outside to the day beyond and saw snow. Thick, heavy snow falling in large wet clumps.
Instead of pulling on a hoodie before stepping out, I grabbed my heavy wool coat. I didn't mind. For the last two months I've been wearing a different coat from my nice black one. I'd been wearing the black one as long as I could as I felt I'd invested a fair amount in it and did like the Darth Vaderesque silhouette I cut as I strode through the cold nights, but it was just time. So I went back to the old one who's buttons I'd popped last year.
She's a double ex. She fits wonderfully again. I can't wait to retire her and wear a single ex.