Gone

Well, the glow stick is gone. Maybe it was swept away by the torrential rains we had last night...

Light the Way

Today, walking out of the school, I looked down and saw a glow stick. I picked it up, asked around if anyone dropped it. No one had. I carried it out of the building and was walking down the path that would lead me to our neighborhood when I saw a soft patch of mud. I knelt down and wedged the glow stick into the mud. Why I did this, I don't know. It was an impulse, a random one. But I walked on my way afterward not looking or thinking back.

Why is this anecdote important or relevant? It's not really. But it got me thinking about how that random act of randomness is the way that life goes on. Someone finds something and they put it somewhere maybe for someone else to find, or to help someone else with their journey(e.g. lighting the way for their evening walk). Maybe if I go to that same path tonight, the glow stick will be lit and lighting the path. Maybe it will be gone, into someone else's possession. Who knows? But the first step to making that glow stick light ways and travel around, is to pick it up.

I'm Ready for Spring

Oh, how I wish for Spring to come. How I wish for the light breezes to pick up. I wish for the icy streams to melt into gushing, rushing, gurgling, bubbling, giggling brooks. I wish for the green grass to rise again.

I wish for my time again to be free. Winter humbles me. Winter makes me feel more of a need to exult myself, and so I come across as ostentatious, conceited, and obnoxious. I don't like winter. I don't like the burns of heavy winds. I don't like the weightless snows merging together to form a heavy burden, weighing me down. I struggle against it, and because I struggle, it constricts me more, making me just struggle even more.

Spring is a new beginning. It comes and clears the air, and sets the scene for summer to come. It's a nice break between freezing cold and burning hot. It makes the extremes, seem less extreme. Spring makes me feel renewed. Spring brings rain, and I like rain. I love rain. I cherish rain. Rain brings a new meaning to the dry earth. Rain brings rebirth and new ideas. Rain brings wishing for more rain, and that makes rain more special, because rain is rare.
This is why I love Bloomington. I would never want to live in Seattle. But I love rain. This would confuse people. But if I had rain in my world, every day of my life, I wouldn't like it as much. I would see it as a wet bother, soaking me to the core. It would bring bone-rattling anger to me that I had another day of rain. But here, the rain is quiet, subtle, and kind. The rain makes me feel special that I get to experience it. Rain makes me feel whole, and new. Rain brings new ideas to my head. Rain makes me feel like I have a chance to start over and be who I want to be, even if I want to be the same person I wanted to be when the last rain came.

Rainy Days

I love rain. I love the way it ripples when one raindrop joins another on a sidewalk. I love the swirl of colors of umbrellas when people are out and about. I love how the windshield wipers look going back and forth across a dripping windshield. I love how those are the days to release pain and tears. I love the vibes that rain sends down my spine. I love rain.