Kipilefti

I woke, slightly disconcerted, to a grey sky. Almost every other day I can remember, the morning sky has been bright and sunny and the greyness has rolled in over the mountains in the afternoon. But soon after I got up the rain started, a long, soaking rain unlike the brief thunderstorms that we get most afternoons. I tried to convince myself to go place my buckets under the eaves to catch the rainwater, so much cleaner than the tapwater, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave my warm bed and brave the cold, wet outdoors. So I sat in my bed and looked out the window at the grey valley below. “I know where that road goes now,” I thought. Today I had considered doing more exploring, but the early rain will make roads muddy and the last thing I want to do is have to walk home covered in dirt after slipping on the clay, so I’ll do errands in town instead.