Today is not a day for lunch bringers.

No benches, no sitting in the sunshine, no visions of inhabiting a grassy knoll with my guitar. Today, I think the sun thought we took it for granted. Basking in those sun rays in as late a month as October as if you were entitled to it. It had been holding on to that hurt. Still trying to shine as if it didn't matter, but finally realized that it did matter and couldn't hold it in any longer.

A constant shower. Finally putting it all out there. Getting it off your chest. Desahogándose. Not even caring that you can say in one word in Spanish what it takes 5 to say in English. And not caring that it also works the other way around. That's okay, sun, sky, clouds and the rest of you celestial things that conspired (perhaps in sunnerly solidarity) to make this day the world of wet that it is. Knowing my carefully sculpted curls are going to give in as soon as they have an encounter with the sultry humidity.

I have something a lot of you weren't counting on. A sunflower umbrella. Oh, yes. Though I trudge through the valley of the puddle and mud, I will fear no evil. Stay in your gray. Go ahead and wallow, sun. I know. Sometimes you just have to have it out. But I've got my own rays. And I'm still bringing my lunch.