Yes, that's where we live: on the wet coast. And this morning I woke up to a reminder of that little detail. It's raining. Really raining. Things are dripping. Puddles have formed. The sky is obscured by cloud. It's dark. Cold. Toffee is squeezing his knees together. (sorry Toffee, I'm still kicking you outside)
It hasn't rained here for a long time. And even though it really does rain less on this island than it does on the mainland (it's not just the boys' restless imaginations), I still feel a pang when those November rains begin, because I know they won't let up until spring.
So instead I'm thinking about the beach. Running with pails. Shorts wet at the bottoms from wading. Hair ruffling in the warm wind. Clear blue sky.