Minneapolis

And here, in Minneapolis.
Walking in the rain, in the city, downtown at night.
And it might as well be pouring grace, because it is so warm and it smells like falling in love -like newly touched skin.
It is sunlight in my stomach and delicious conversation.
Tonight, grace looks like illuminated spider webs, spun from the corners of skyscrapers and sounds like God roaring, pouring wet love on a tired-glitter city.
Don't look down. It's so warm. Why look down?