More rain, long grey worms of it coiling into the grass - this lush green blush, this hurried jungle springing upward. We walk in the spaces between; we are the air gaps, the lungs between in and out. We are paused, our minds at easy, our strides on upswing. Just now, it's us and the rain us and the colour of a cloud us and wet toes, cold cheeks, fingers in pockets feeling dog treats. Just now, it's your tail damped from fluff to feathers like my hair in strands like my thoughts hanging driply. Just now, it's the quiet lank of us, stringing through suburbs. We're the fine line, the wire between mindful and mindless - my eyes and your nose roving and craving and being; tuned in to tune out humming and dum-dumming. We feel the melody in the pattering in the cool, damp scarf of air in the leaves pointing glistening to the earth. and we live in the weft of it for this time.