Saturday, April 15, 2006


I walked up and down streets with an initially-grumbling A in the pouring rain, and got mud-spattered, and had water splash inexplicably on me from treetops, and nearly ruined my new shirt because colour ran off my wet bag and onto it, and ended up messy and bedraggled. And very happy.
Rain on an otherwise filled-with-little-annoyances evening, first proper rain of the year, droplets splashing on shoulders, spiking eyelashes, running down cheeks into mouth, jeans soggy and heavy, shirt plastered, hair dripping, skin cold, arms slippery to touch, taste of rain, smell of rain, aftertaste of rain, drenched, exhilarated.
I felt alive.