First Rain in Florentin
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It’s the first rainy Friday of the winter in Florentin, Tel Aviv. The pavement is a mirror of neon and sky, and the neighborhood graffiti looks freshly inked under the silver drizzle.
Guy tightens the leash on Bozo, their six‑month‑old whippet, who sniffs a puddle like it’s a new planet. Anna laughs, tucking a strand of damp hair behind her ear. Their daughters—Maya (15) and Nina (7)—are already at school. Noon pickup for Nina is circled in their minds like a soft deadline on a calendar.
They step out of their building, the air scented with espresso and wet thyme from nearby kitchens. The morning is theirs—if they keep an eye on the clock.
- They want coffee.
- Bozo needs a sweater.
- They need to be home in time to pick up Nina.
What does this rainy morning become?