Recollect

Recollect

The frost is finding it's way through the basement into the kitchen. Fog is decending over the mountains and winding it's way onto the porch.
I hate the rain.
She sat across from me staring at the far off mound of earth. She said it again but this time more measured like she was trying to relish the
sound of her voice. I hate the rain once more rolled out of her mouth dispersing the steam into the atmoshpere. She set down her cup and looked off at the distance.
I knew whatever we had was over. I picked up my cup and either placed it in the dishwasher or walked to my car but I honestly can't remember.