Nightglow Window

Too Much Time With Hemingway

In the afternoon the rain came and the rain woke him and the wind blew the trees and the heat of the day was broken. He opened the door to the balcony and the white drapes blew in the wind. He stood in the doorway as the rain fell and puddled around his feet on the carpet. He stood watching the rain, his face now damp, and the trees swayed in the wind. The storm came very fast and the horizon was hidden and all the buildings became vague and the streets were filled with water and slow-moving cars, and then the bolt came and everything changed and he felt small and exposed there on the eighth floor standing in the rain with ears still ringing. He scratched his stomach and went inside.


Spent the afternoon at the W in Atlanta working and reading "A Farewell To Arms" when the perfect southern thunderstorm rolled in.