29 Jan Dancing Through the Day
RAIN INCHES DOWN MY WINDOW, dark clouds gather in the sky. I leave to catch it before it’s gone.
Along the beach it comes down harder and I’m soaked all the way through. I look into the sky. Nobody’s here.
The flowers are brighter, the earth is alive. I pass a man and his son and we wave. We’re all smiling big, believing we’re in on some secret. We laugh. This is kind of ridiculous.
The dad is here, but I see two kids.
I see life emanating from their chests.
I walk along the train tracks dancing to the rhythm of my heart, the rhythm of the rain; I feel like running.
A deep inhale brings me in. Life doesn’t make sense sometimes; it feels like I have to catch the passing rain. The day becomes an adventure. It’s all part of the dance, nothing matters, life is beautiful.
I pass another man.
He, too, smiles extra large.
“You weren’t out in the rain! I was,” he says. I wonder who he’s looking at because I’m soaked.
“I was! I am!”
“It’s just a little rain,” he says and walks away.
The intoxicating smell of firewood and flowers drift through the air. The rain’s the key. The earth opens.