It cancelled my plans along with you. So the snow rain has been falling since July until October, it will forecast gray. On my way back from the pool, hair weeping, sky falling into my eyes. Still I could see, in the light of the peach colored lamps of the street golden molecules drizzling, swept up in my path ahead and in my wake, a trail. Insignificant, insistent lines angled down over and over my head so that in the end the night sky, in her way she was weeping into my hair while the black dogs everywhere made me button my coat and stop at one point in the road to wipe the snot from my nose.