Katherine Nicolai

All right, then, I thought.

All right, then, I thought.

Enough. I'll go back in. I picked up the frame and the dust cloth and stepped back into the house, pulling the door to the porch tightly behind me. I remembered a window open on the second floor and rushed up the stairs to nudge it closed. Small puddles lay on the sill, and I used my cloth to mop them up. On the way back down, I switched on a few lamps.

Enough. I'll go back in. I picked up the frame and the dust cloth and stepped back into the house, pulling the door to the porch tightly behind me. I remembered a window open on the second floor and rushed up the stairs to nudge it closed. Small puddles lay on the sill, and I used my cloth to mop them up. On the way back down, I switched on a few lamps.

Enough. I'll go back in. I picked up the frame and the dust cloth and stepped back into the house, pulling the door to the porch tightly behind me. I remembered a window open on the second floor and rushed up the stairs to nudge it closed. Small puddles lay on the sill, and I used my cloth to mop them up. On the way back down, I switched on a few lamps.

I liked the gloom that the storm had brought, but I also liked a bit of glow here and there. I think I was revisiting that feeling of being under the boat in the rain.

I liked the gloom that the storm had brought, but I also liked a bit of glow here and there. I think I was revisiting that feeling of being under the boat in the rain.

I liked the gloom that the storm had brought, but I also liked a bit of glow here and there. I think I was revisiting that feeling of being under the boat in the rain.

A little pocket of a different kind of feeling in a sea of something bigger. I dropped my now damp dust cloth down the laundry chute and set the photo on the mantle. If I tried, I knew I could come up with more tasks to attend to. But just now, the sound of the rain, the blotted-out sun,

A little pocket of a different kind of feeling in a sea of something bigger. I dropped my now damp dust cloth down the laundry chute and set the photo on the mantle. If I tried, I knew I could come up with more tasks to attend to. But just now, the sound of the rain, the blotted-out sun,

A little pocket of a different kind of feeling in a sea of something bigger. I dropped my now damp dust cloth down the laundry chute and set the photo on the mantle. If I tried, I knew I could come up with more tasks to attend to. But just now, the sound of the rain, the blotted-out sun,

the flash of lightning on the far edge of the lake.

the flash of lightning on the far edge of the lake.

the flash of lightning on the far edge of the lake.

They all seemed to beckon me to my favorite spot on the sofa. I tossed a long blanket over me as I stretched out, turning onto one side and pulling a throw pillow under my head. I'd wondered about the joy of animals in movement. And now I thought of them at rest. A scurry of squirrels cuddled together in the knot of a tree. Otter cubs napping on the bellies of their parents. All of us.

They all seemed to beckon me to my favorite spot on the sofa. I tossed a long blanket over me as I stretched out, turning onto one side and pulling a throw pillow under my head. I'd wondered about the joy of animals in movement. And now I thought of them at rest. A scurry of squirrels cuddled together in the knot of a tree. Otter cubs napping on the bellies of their parents. All of us.

They all seemed to beckon me to my favorite spot on the sofa. I tossed a long blanket over me as I stretched out, turning onto one side and pulling a throw pillow under my head. I'd wondered about the joy of animals in movement. And now I thought of them at rest. A scurry of squirrels cuddled together in the knot of a tree. Otter cubs napping on the bellies of their parents. All of us.

letting the rain fall around us as we slept. Sweet dreams.

letting the rain fall around us as we slept. Sweet dreams.

letting the rain fall around us as we slept. Sweet dreams.