Post-rain contemplation
The showers come and go unexpectedly these days. It was all sunshine on my way home but rain was gushing down in sheets before I knew it.
I like the serenity that comes with post-rain evenings like this. The air is a cocktail of musky earth and crisp grass. Families of birds are chirping from the trees outside and the sounds of Norah Jones play in the background. A cool breeze plays with the tendrils of hair around my neck. I can feel the day's tension slowly slipping away, leaving my being almost weightless.
I had a bad day, you know? I'd be lying if I said the day's happenings didn't affect me, but I'm not gonna mope around feeling victimised. What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger. I don't sit silent for long - I've never got the patience for that. One day, I might just turn around and confront you, straight in your face.
Off to change! It's The Exorcism of Emily Rose tonight. I hope I don't end up peeing in my pants.
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