The Lonely Silver Rain

The Lonely Silver RainOn Friday, the first day of February, it took a long time to get out of bed. I checked the morning and found we had gone back to chill, so I put on an old sky-blue-wool shirt, stretch denims, wool socks and the gray running shoes. I looked at myself in the mirror and said aloud, "Tell me the truth, old buddy. Are you getting old? Have you lost a lot more than a half step getting to second?"When I stepped out onto the fantail, I found a stick figure of a cat made o...