Gumboots and Raincoats

Woke up to rain this morning. The first of the summer. Drops on dry leaves, a wet white noise. The morning smells of orange peel, and feels like the first day of school holidays. I kicked the wheat-coloured labrador off my bed, made some coffee and thought about going outside. The day shakes and rustles with possibilities, like a string-tied brown papered parcel. Today is shiny brand new.