Raindrops fallin on our heads...

It's a gorgeous night here in NY. Hint of spring with all the beautiful, melting, rejuvenating rain. One where you can be thrilled to bits sharing your umbrella with the love of your life, skipping thru puddles. Since the love of my life is filling tax forms, the other two loves of my life and I opened the windows and smelled, felt, heard and saw the rain. If there was no roof, we could have tasted it too but another time. Nosh and Reh got all excited at hearing their voices echo and mumma hushing them up while they marvelled loudly at the beautiful lights and the rain drops outlined in the street light. Anyone passing by (actually there were a smattering of cars whooshing by) would have heard cold-gusts-of-air-induced giggly belly laughs. (Wish I could bottle up those laughs forever.) They were even more excited that I opened the windows AND let them poke their heads out.

Soon those trees are gonna be lush and we wont be able to see the windows on the other side.