11 May 2009
Today, on my way back from The Italian Store (complete with tiramisu), I got caught in a downpour. Raindrops the size of marbles sploshed down upon me. I ran through the torrent, unabashed and unafraid.
But I missed my Paul Varjak. And the Cat.
Today was one of those Mean Reds days-- stress, mini panic attack, pulled over and ticketed on my way to class. And then the rain came down, and it was like being cleansed, anew. I watched the raindrops pound-- nothing falls like London rain, nothing heals me like you do-- my sunroof and all I could see was pennies in fountains, swirly skirts, kelly green.
It's all going to be okay. We've been cleansed.
(photo from the lovely pixie july)