drip drop
shunning my umbrella, i was attacked by cold raindrops in making my way from the parking lot, up the stairs, and into my apartment this afternoon. no sooner than the door had shut behind me, i was truly assaulted by the stifling nature of the interior--the suffocation of my apartment, my school, my car, and my mind.
i quickly gathered all the old newspaper i could find and, umbrella-less, i took what is to date my most leisurely walk to the recycling bin at the front of the complex. my body understood, then, the raindrops that pricked my face and my skin were only kisses from the sky. i stood there at the street next to the dumpster--dripping, soaked, sopping, i couldn't get enough of the feeling of being touched all over from all angles and all at once. exalted, tears filled my eyes and i sensed that a part of myself had been restored to me.
in that moment, my soul flew.
i quickly gathered all the old newspaper i could find and, umbrella-less, i took what is to date my most leisurely walk to the recycling bin at the front of the complex. my body understood, then, the raindrops that pricked my face and my skin were only kisses from the sky. i stood there at the street next to the dumpster--dripping, soaked, sopping, i couldn't get enough of the feeling of being touched all over from all angles and all at once. exalted, tears filled my eyes and i sensed that a part of myself had been restored to me.
in that moment, my soul flew.