January California

Finally, it’s raining.

My window is open to the January air

so I can hear the rain music and the night noise.

Peeling an orange fresh from the land

Citrus juice bursts 

I’m eating a jewel.

My Japanese fish is looking for a fight.

I’ve become a pair of nocturnal night eyes

Irises in full bloom.

Mark my words

yours are my bedtime story.