I have been finding comfortable beauty(and freedom) in the weather and in strangers.
yesterday, walking home there was a man in his early thirty's (probably) walking towards me, his hand was covering his mouth, and there was something in his hand, and from far away I couldn't tell what it was. I thought he was smoking and was embarrassed of it, and was covering it because of that. But as he got closer I realized it was an apple.
I laughed.
he stopped for a second, and then he laughed too.
And then we continued walking in our separate directions.
today, I walked to school in the morning. It was raining. And I didn't take an umbrella. My mom thought it was because I think taking an umbrella compromises my image. I don't like umbrellas because I love the feel of rain. I love the interaction with rain, and snow and wind. On my way I got completely soaked from the front, and even though my mascara started to bleed a little, instead of going inside the school I just wanted to keep on walking.
Just right now, I was outside and this kid on my street was running, and he sort of came and ran around me and back up his driveway, and then he said hi, and I said hi, and he said good morning, and I said it's evening, sir. And then he asked me how my day went. And I told him it was good, and then he ran up to his grandmother who then also greeted me.
I love when the rain drops land on your window, and get pushed around by the wind and look like little sperms racing across. Then they merge and become bigger droplets and slide to the bottom of the glass.
yesterday, walking home there was a man in his early thirty's (probably) walking towards me, his hand was covering his mouth, and there was something in his hand, and from far away I couldn't tell what it was. I thought he was smoking and was embarrassed of it, and was covering it because of that. But as he got closer I realized it was an apple.
I laughed.
he stopped for a second, and then he laughed too.
And then we continued walking in our separate directions.
today, I walked to school in the morning. It was raining. And I didn't take an umbrella. My mom thought it was because I think taking an umbrella compromises my image. I don't like umbrellas because I love the feel of rain. I love the interaction with rain, and snow and wind. On my way I got completely soaked from the front, and even though my mascara started to bleed a little, instead of going inside the school I just wanted to keep on walking.
Just right now, I was outside and this kid on my street was running, and he sort of came and ran around me and back up his driveway, and then he said hi, and I said hi, and he said good morning, and I said it's evening, sir. And then he asked me how my day went. And I told him it was good, and then he ran up to his grandmother who then also greeted me.
I love when the rain drops land on your window, and get pushed around by the wind and look like little sperms racing across. Then they merge and become bigger droplets and slide to the bottom of the glass.
2 comments:
Ever since I was young, I've always watched the sperm drops race.
I seek solace under your heeejab.
=wink=
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