I commuted by bicycle, once again, and it rained in the morning but the streets got almost dry by the time I started for home. However, there were puddles of water, and wet leaves, which dirtied up the bicycle so that I had to clean it afterwards.
I took only a couple of photographs today, being just too busy to go out for a walk. But maybe tomorrow.
(Posting title is from the poem Filling Station by Elizabeth Bishop.)