Rosie's Writings

 Today it rained, and the entire outdoors smells humid. I love the way the water reflects on the concrete tiles of Brody Terrace, and I love that I could walk through the rain in just short sleeves. I went from Gilman to Brody without my jacket on. 

 Today a magician came to my grandmother's birthday party. He had a trick where he made the cards appear in his fly, and he spent almost a minute gesturing towards his pelvic area. At first he depressed me, but he was actually okay at doing magic. He had a friendly, narrow face with a hint of jowls, and let my sister videotape one of his tricks up close (the amazing rings of steel) so she could figure out how he did it. I was surprised he let her do that.