This is Not a Dream
Rain be damned. I sat out in the mossy grass today anyway. Water soaked through all my clothes, and I stayed cold and wet for hours. There's something very familiar and comforting about sitting on a bus in damp clothes. I go back in time. Being damp reminds me of a 1970's. I didn't exist then, but there I am walking in the rain. Back then you drank coffee from the gas station. No cafe latté. A dude stops you on the street and asked for change. Offers to shine your shoes. You're wearing shoes that can be shined. Even in the rain.