Recently I experienced an urge of spontaneity. It struck me as I was walking home from work during a downpour. I had my umbrella with me since I am usually practical. As of late I have fallen into a funk and feel like I'm at a crossroads in life. I was thinking about this during my walk, when I decided to just remove myself from the shelter of the umbrella.
I held it at my side, not even bothering to close it. I felt that I needed the rain and welcomed the downpour. I'm sure I looked crazy in my wholehearted acceptance of the rain. If I had decided to close my umbrella it may have been more discrete. Instead I let it trail behind me, collecting rain. There was something cleansing about the rain, I couldn't quite describe it really. Something about it just helped me feel better. It was healing.
Normally I wouldn't do such a thing. I would find the idea of getting drenched to be uncomfortable and frustrating. I would just want to get home and out of the rain. I find it funny that I felt I needed the rain that day to wash away something.
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