What is there to speak of on a rainy afternoon? I don’t know about you, but this weather never fails to make me tired. There’s something about the rain that holds no expectations for you. You see, sunny days are just begging to be used. If you don’t fully enjoy a sunny day, there’s this feeling like you’ve wasted it. But the entire point of the rain is to give us all a break. So we can breathe, rest, let go a bit.
I ask you to consider this post to be like a rainy day. There are no expectations, no worries. But there is so much time to do anything. While the clouds still reign over us, I tend to think. Between catching up on shows and finishing homework, I reflect on what has happened in the past week. What was good, bad, maybe even life-altering?
This week wasn’t life-altering. I don’t think, at least. There was bad, as it tends to wriggle its way through the loopholes. But there was so much good. The thing I realized is that the good tends to be packed into singular moments. From far away, it looks like it might not even be enough until the next good moment comes around. But the taste of those times is forever remembered in your mind, like the smell of home cooking or the touch of an old stuffed animal.
I spent the last night living in one of those moments. As it drizzled through the roof of a car, with Come On Eileen blaring through the radio, I seemed to be infinitely content. Two of my friends accompanied me in this moment, screaming along to the motorcycle engines beside the driver’s window. In those minutes, we were not what we normally define ourselves as. In an attempt to block out the ever-knowing idea that this would end, I erased myself from the world I knew. I was no longer a high school kid, stressed about the future. I was a Jane Doe, whipping her hair and yelling along to the words of a song her mother listened to years prior.
These bits of amnesia are seemingly beautiful, where one might even begin to fall for the stranger they become. Who could blame you for loving someone that reminds you of no one?

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