Dead quiet Sunday.

It's been hot all day, but suddenly started to rain.

I told Malena to put on her shoes, grabbed an umbrella, and we went for a walk.

The air had the rich smell of earth and ozone. I put in my iPod and listened to some Del Amitri while she stomped in puddles. After a while, I tucked my flip flops under my arm. It was easier to walk in the rain with bare feet.

Malena danced.

Home again. I'm going to curl up with a giant mug of tea, put on some socks, listen to the rain, and enjoy Frida.