I stood outside and came back in soaking and dripping wet in my red towel.
I didn’t really dance in the rain, but I stood under it for quite a while, feeling the heavy drops landing on my eyelids as well as the rest of my face, my clothes clinging on me, my bare feet feeling the roughness of the cement interchange with the slippery puddles forming to the soon to be really wet pavement, the rain getting stronger and stronger, avoiding the yearning to jump up and down for fear of the neighbors catching me in such a vulnerable moment.
It’s one of the best feelings in the world.
Standing still under the pouring rain gave me a sense of freedom. It pacified my longing for something carefree that wasn’t so risky. I went back under the shade when flashes of lightning started and wrapped myself in my towel, still staring at the fast raindrops, feeling the cold wind. Our neighbor then came out with an umbrella and I walked back inside precariously, taking a peaceful, hot shower right after tweeting my small feat.
Just this morning I finished Like Water for Chocolate in one sitting on the floor with a sleeping Charlie beside me, and last night The Metamorphosis in just an hour before falling fast asleep to meeting David Cook just before his concert.
Right after waking up, I find a text from a friend saying David Cook would be back in Manila soon.
Growing up’s tough. It’s finally senior year for a lot of us. I’ll be filling this year with whim and spontaneous moments. With the small feats.
It really just makes you appreciate the little things and gets you to feel more- to get to know yourself more.
The little things that make you laugh.
Make you tear up.
Wrinkle your nose.
Break your heart.
The little things.
Kick-drum beating in my chest again, preach electric to the microphone stand.