Rainy days

My mom and I used to go on epic bargain shopping trips once every couple of months. We'd dedicate a whole Saturday to making the rounds to see what kind of deals we could get. One time we took such a trip and got back home after dark. It was cold and rainy and we were exhausted from being on our feet all day. My mom pulled the car into the parking spot in front of our house and turned the engine off. Neither of us made a move to leave the car. We had forgotten our umbrellas. We waited for a few minutes to see if the rain would let up, but it showed no sign of stopping, so we continued to sit there, stewing in our exhaustion. The windows started fogging up from our breath and our tiredness made us silly. We began to draw funny shapes in the condensation on the windshield, giggling uncontrollably as we made up stories to go along with the images. I'm not sure how long we continued sitting in the car before finally making a run for it into the house and letting the cold air erase our creations from the glass. Time seemed to have stood still.