I am so full of rain and it is only about to be November. Which is to say only the beginning of the long dark rain. 

I will not dry out for 4 more months at least. Maybe 5 or 6. And it is already hard to live in this body. 

But I love this body. Even as I feel the next decade begin to hang in places where I did not have anything hanging before, I love it. Even though it is prone to illness and laziness, I love it. It is good to love yourself, a gift. 

In the same way that the bed is never more comfortable than the 5 minutes before your alarm, so I comfort my body through this rain. Shh. We will have to get up and face the rain soon, but we will fit an eternity of rest into each of the seconds right before. Summer is over. Autumn has turned from warm gold to wet silver. Shh. Any second now we will have to get up.