Just like every year

I show up.

The city is bathed in beautiful, golden sunlight.

The wading pond glistens.

Happy people splay throughout the garden with their sweetie pies.

Children shout and laugh and chase pigeons.

How lucky am I to have my own place in a city as pleasant as this?

And then the clouds descend.

And it rains.

And it rains.

And it rains.