The rain broke while I was halfway across the park. I stepped off the path onto the grass and the water came right through my shoes and up around my toes. Every step pressed a small cold into the bones of my feet. The air had that green weight to it and when I breathed in my ribs opened wider than usual against the jacket. A drop fell from a branch onto the back of my neck and ran down inside my collar and I did not flinch; I stood there and felt it cross each vertebra. A crow called. My skin was reading everything at once and I let it.
