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I rode my bike down to a small, artificial lake we have here. I rode as fast as I could around the bike path, and then stopped. The sun was going down, and as twilight approached, the sun touched the clouds so that they looked like living things, floating on wings, connecting all the peoples of the world. And I knew how grand and large the world is, but I didn't feel small, I felt connected. Then I layed my bike down and sat on the rocks next to the lake. I felt an itch on my arm, and accidentally killed a gnat, I carried it to the water and laid it in. Suddenly, from my perspective, it was almost like all the residential homes had disappeared, and the ripples in the lake came towards me. On the dam sat a duck pruning its feathers, and six or seven others swam around near it. Most of them were mallards, quacking like mallards do. I shut my eyes and tried to see myself as a duck, bill, feathers, wings, all of it. I even tried quacking myself for a spell. I sat there for nigh on forty five minutes, and then went home - my mother worries.
And then I went outside. It started to rain, and I spread my arms wide and turned my face to it. I imagined that God was laying his hand on me, cleaning me. I sat down on the rocks of our patio, and let it rain. I took off my shirt on a whim, and then took the rest of my clothes off. I wanted the rain to soak me through and through, to my soul, and destroy my sins. I knew, first in the back of my mind, and then in the rest of it, that this rain was mine. In my own little micro- universe, it wasn't there to water plants or feed any animals for their thirst. It was there to cleanse me. I felt beautiful for the first time in a long time.
And now I'm becoming extremely light- headed, so forgive any errors in my typing.
And then I went outside. It started to rain, and I spread my arms wide and turned my face to it. I imagined that God was laying his hand on me, cleaning me. I sat down on the rocks of our patio, and let it rain. I took off my shirt on a whim, and then took the rest of my clothes off. I wanted the rain to soak me through and through, to my soul, and destroy my sins. I knew, first in the back of my mind, and then in the rest of it, that this rain was mine. In my own little micro- universe, it wasn't there to water plants or feed any animals for their thirst. It was there to cleanse me. I felt beautiful for the first time in a long time.
And now I'm becoming extremely light- headed, so forgive any errors in my typing.