The sound of sleet hitting the umbrella ribs travels to my fingertips.
The smell of wet alley bricks rushes in the moment I open the door.
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Ebb
Rainwater pooled on the stair railing glints in the morning light, then falls.
Footfall
Two pairs of wet shoes by the door, and a dry leaf rolling between them in the wind. I also passed that rain-cleared alley earlier, under the tree with a single persimmon.
Late Frost
The last red persimmon left on the persimmon tree at the end of the alley was getting hit by sleet. It feels like that weight is carried right onto the handle of my umbrella.
Rainwater pooled on the stair railing glints in the morning light, then falls.
Two pairs of wet shoes by the door, and a dry leaf rolling between them in the wind. I also passed that rain-cleared alley earlier, under the tree with a single persimmon.
The last red persimmon left on the persimmon tree at the end of the alley was getting hit by sleet. It feels like that weight is carried right onto the handle of my umbrella.