Rainy Autumn Day
It rained today. It just recently stopped. I think it started sometime really late last night, and continued through most of the day today. It was a beautiful rain, the kind that brings all sorts of energy with it. And since I really needed a "recharge" I went out and played in it this afternoon...it was no longer pouring anymore--which is my absolute favorite time to play in the rain--but it was still raining enough to soak my hair and face. I stomped in some puddles and kicked water around on the tennis court next to my apt. Some kids were just getting home from school and were rushing home to avoid getting wet; and there's me, getting wet on purpose. I even considered going swimming in the pool while it was raining, but I changed my mind.
Practically overnight, the season has changed. It is now Autumn and the leaves that I never saw even change color are already starting to be all over the ground outside. Bright yellow and now wet from the fresh rain, they make a patchwork blanket of beauty on the grass outside my windows. The maple hasn't started its descent yet, but I'm sure it will soon, adding orange and red to the quilt that is currently only yellow and green.
Just as the rain stopped about half hour ago, I heard a loud thumping noise that kept repeating. Not knowing what it was, I tried to ignore it, but it continued. Finally, I realized that it was not, as I originally suspected, my upstairs neighbor, but rather a small child playing outside. He was wearing "moon shoes". They probably call them something different now, but they were called moon shoes when I was a kid. I loved those things, though I never had a pair of my own; I only got to use my friends' sometimes. We couldn't afford moon shoes in my family because they were rather expensive back then.
But this small blonde-headed boy was hopping around in his moon shoes today. He seemed so excited about them too. It was very cute. I can almost see him inside his house, waiting by the door with his moon shoes in hand, hoping that the rain will stop soon so that he can go out and play. "Mom, why can't I play with them inside? Please mom!" But mothers always say no to things like that: something might get broken.
The little boy fell down once; it is still very wet on the tennis courts, and the shoes slipped out from under him. But he just got back up and kept hopping about. What a trooper! He didn't cry or anything. But then, after about 20 minutes, he got bored I guess, and went back inside the house. That's the thing about new toys: they are only really fun until you've played with it for a while, and realize that the commercial lied about "how" much fun they were. Back to the house he went to, I assume play with some other toy--one that's allowed inside.
I miss moon shoes, moon shoes and getting brand new toys on Christmas and birthdays. It was always so much fun to get new toys that you had been waiting for, for soooo long! Very little gets me as excited anymore as those new toys used to as a kid. But maybe that's because it's a different kind of excitement. Presents to a small child has very little that can compare in the adult world. Does anybody else remember moon shoes? Or popples? I used to love popples.
Practically overnight, the season has changed. It is now Autumn and the leaves that I never saw even change color are already starting to be all over the ground outside. Bright yellow and now wet from the fresh rain, they make a patchwork blanket of beauty on the grass outside my windows. The maple hasn't started its descent yet, but I'm sure it will soon, adding orange and red to the quilt that is currently only yellow and green.
Just as the rain stopped about half hour ago, I heard a loud thumping noise that kept repeating. Not knowing what it was, I tried to ignore it, but it continued. Finally, I realized that it was not, as I originally suspected, my upstairs neighbor, but rather a small child playing outside. He was wearing "moon shoes". They probably call them something different now, but they were called moon shoes when I was a kid. I loved those things, though I never had a pair of my own; I only got to use my friends' sometimes. We couldn't afford moon shoes in my family because they were rather expensive back then.
But this small blonde-headed boy was hopping around in his moon shoes today. He seemed so excited about them too. It was very cute. I can almost see him inside his house, waiting by the door with his moon shoes in hand, hoping that the rain will stop soon so that he can go out and play. "Mom, why can't I play with them inside? Please mom!" But mothers always say no to things like that: something might get broken.
The little boy fell down once; it is still very wet on the tennis courts, and the shoes slipped out from under him. But he just got back up and kept hopping about. What a trooper! He didn't cry or anything. But then, after about 20 minutes, he got bored I guess, and went back inside the house. That's the thing about new toys: they are only really fun until you've played with it for a while, and realize that the commercial lied about "how" much fun they were. Back to the house he went to, I assume play with some other toy--one that's allowed inside.
I miss moon shoes, moon shoes and getting brand new toys on Christmas and birthdays. It was always so much fun to get new toys that you had been waiting for, for soooo long! Very little gets me as excited anymore as those new toys used to as a kid. But maybe that's because it's a different kind of excitement. Presents to a small child has very little that can compare in the adult world. Does anybody else remember moon shoes? Or popples? I used to love popples.
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