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we could see the river overflowing from the car and decided we would walk there when we finished eating our wendy's french fries. twenty minutes later we were getting prepared to face the rain-soaked streets. we grabbed our cigarettes and the lighter we inevitably end up sharing all night. I told her I was leaving my purse at her house because it weighed a shit ton. she said she was bringing her ID just in case we decided to get a beer somewhere along our walk. this is why I love her so much. beer at 3pm on a monday in the aftermath of the storm. what a lovely idea.
we made our way down streets I have known for years and then down streets with sidewalks cracked in ways I did not recognize. I saw houses and cafes I had never noticed in my usual routes. we each took turns talking about which house we would buy and why. we would peek between the cracks in the fence just to get a glimpse of the backyard we would one day never own. flip flops and converse with a hole in the bottom. our feet were wet and we had not a care in the world except a sense of adventure.
the streets had become the river. swallowed them up whole to where you couldn't tell when one stopped and the other began. we took off our shoes and rolled up our pants because we just needed to feel it. me more than her. I just wanted to feel something real and powerful to erase the numbness of the night before. water up to our knees and our hair sticking to our lips from the relentless wind as we made our way up and down sidewalks. bantering back and forth. laughing at nothing and everything. this is what living feels like. this is what friendship feels like. this is what I needed.
we made our way down streets I have known for years and then down streets with sidewalks cracked in ways I did not recognize. I saw houses and cafes I had never noticed in my usual routes. we each took turns talking about which house we would buy and why. we would peek between the cracks in the fence just to get a glimpse of the backyard we would one day never own. flip flops and converse with a hole in the bottom. our feet were wet and we had not a care in the world except a sense of adventure.
the streets had become the river. swallowed them up whole to where you couldn't tell when one stopped and the other began. we took off our shoes and rolled up our pants because we just needed to feel it. me more than her. I just wanted to feel something real and powerful to erase the numbness of the night before. water up to our knees and our hair sticking to our lips from the relentless wind as we made our way up and down sidewalks. bantering back and forth. laughing at nothing and everything. this is what living feels like. this is what friendship feels like. this is what I needed.