August 31st, 2005
|10:17 am - Keeping up with myself|
Sometimes, the natrual world has nothing on the city.
The rain in the forests and the mountains and the fields is cleansing, but it falls in the darkness and soaks into the ground. It has done this for millions of years, since before we crawled out of the slime pools that we came from.
But last night, as I stepped outside the grocery store, I looked at the rain. It fell in sheets, striking the asphalt and splashing in the puddles. A streetlamp was shining down upon the scene.
And the heavens were under my feet.
I watched the stars that were obscured by clouds above me fall to the earth: the light reflecting off the splash, each drop of water flickering and dancing in the streetlamp against the blacktop below.
I watched the scene for a moment, smiling.
Miracles and stars can be found in the strangest places.
Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: "The Christian", -JB
I approve of this entry.
You may keep your LJ after all. *grins*
I believe I was moving in that rain, running frantically at first and then gradually resigning myself to walk slowly and let myself get cleansed.
The cynic in me scowls at the pollution in the air and the inevitable acidity it adds to the rain, but the cynic in me is fortunately completely unrespected and generally dismissed as worthless. So the rest of me saw it for what it was: water, sweet and clear, showering down from the heavens. So what if I were in the middle of an asphalt ghetto, listening to the rain drumming on rusted dumpsters instead of delicate trees? It's all the same, really. It's all sacred to me.
Funny how I never saw this until that one night I truly saw the MOON in Columbus and realized magic really IS everywhere... :)