The warmth of my fireplace left behind,
cool wind swirling,
light rain falling.
if I am being too rigid in this experiment.
Follow the ridge,
nestle against the embankment,
gaze drawn upward to my protection
as I do not feel the rain and wind
that I hear.
Last lacy leaves against the grey sky
form an imperfect, though beautiful, umbrella.
Eventually rain drops fall toward me.
I watch them.
The shelter I feel here is ironic and amazing all in one.