Tonight I realized I had to do something with the pile of discounted yarn I bought recently.  When I say pile, I don’t mean a little mound–I mean a giant boulder of one-pound skeins of yarn in every imaginable color.  I forced my brother to come with me to five stores, all of which had boxes that might possibly fit about half a hat inside.

After battling silly parking-lot walkers, who thought it was completely normal to text while walking in the exact center of the parking lot, and unsuccessfully explaining to several employees that all I wanted was one of those cute, long, wicker seats that had a removable top to reveal a vast empty space waiting to be filled with my yarn, I finally realized: It’s school season.  Who else, but new college students, would need an amazing selection of storage units?  Unrelated, I went back and read that huge sentence.  I kind of like its awkwardness.  I’m going to let it stay.

Anyway, I walked into the closest store, marched right up to the back-to-school section and found the most offensively large trunk I could find.  When I say this thing is HUGE, I kid you not.  I was able to easily fit all of my yarn inside, and while it takes up enough space in my room to make me feel guilty, I have to say I like it.  Also, it was probably hilarious to watch my brother and I trying to get that sucker inside my car.  It didn’t fit in the trunk even a little bit.  All in all, I think tonight was a big win.  Cue the Final Fantasy fanfare please!

I was sitting at my desk when the sky cracked open and it started raining like a three year old who couldn’t hold it anymore.  I turned off all my lights in hope there would be thunder and lightning, but there was nothing.  Disappointed, I thought about the shower I should take.  All week I’ve been in a thought bubble–I have thought the same sequence of causes and effects again and again, and felt the same hopelessness when I reached the same conclusion.  Finally, I got up from my chair, and instead of walking to the bathroom to shower, I went to the front door and stepped out into the rain.

It was cold.  I gasped involuntarily.  I couldn’t help but hold my arms out, palms facing the sky as if to say, “You, Cloud!  You’re wetting me!”  Rivers of rain flowed down the part of my bangs and splashed onto my shoulders.  It dribbled down my forehead, my nose; collected at the corners of my eyes and fell into the open flesh of my mouth.  In a matter of seconds, I was completely soaked.  My shirt, now completely saturated, weighed heavier and I was conscious of the way it pulled on my body.  I could feel the water slip down the center of my chest and stay at the bottom of my breasts until it grew too heavy and dripped onto my stomach.

I touched my hair, and my face and my legs.  For a complete and perfect moment in time, I felt cleansed.  It didn’t matter that my career was delayed or that I was stressed out about money.  I didn’t care about the lack of romance in my life or the person whom I wish for every single time 11:11pm is brought to my attention.  I didn’t care that time, cars, and all of nature was passing by.  I walked down the sidewalk until it ended, and stood there until the puddle on the cement beneath my bare feet and the rain falling on top of my head caused me to be too cold to remain.

For a few minutes I was connected to everything that is beautiful and perfect and alive.  Rain, with its neosporin-like qualities helped coat the wounds I brought out with me.  Next time I will bring someone with me and we will dance.  We will share that piece of life the way that perfect moments are meant to be shared.  Next time I will not step on the worm on the third step of my porch and I will stay until the thunder arrives.

I’ve been working on adding new features to this site (many of which I quickly/proudly post about).  This post is only slightly different.  I want to let you know, dearest reader, that I have added a place for a poll on my side bar, below the manuscript meter.  At the moment it’s helping with my indecision, but I will switch it up from time to time.  Be sure to check it out!

Also, I’m not sure what else would be fun to add to this place, (or even sometimes what you’d like me to talk about).  Let me know what interests you, what you’d like me to put here either in words or in features.  I will do my best to complete both.  I’m off to buy fish, clothes and probably more yarn!