Rain, or something like it...

It's funny, every morning I wake up and look out the window onto the road and grass outside.  I can't see the sky yet, but as I look out it seems as if it has just rained...except it's like that all the time.  Luckily, it hasn't been too blustery, not too many downpours, but the grass and pavement are always wet, or look as if it just stopped raining.  It's nice in a way.  Everything stays looking fresh and clean.  There aren't any leaves on the trees, but the grass is perfect always.  There's no salt or sand built up on the side of the road or sidewalk that somehow finds its way into every corner of your house, including your bed sheets, and every once in a while, in your soup.  It is muddy, I'll say that.  I've learned to tread on grass as if it were ice.  That mud can send you flying, and unlike ice, leaves you both embarrassed and completely filthy.  It hasn't happened to me yet, but I'm sure it will eventually on a run in the future.