Yee
I had the most unusual walk today. The world was in tumult--I left the house and one half of the sky was blue and glowing, the other side dark gray and brooding. The most playful of rains trickled down on me for a moment near the beginning, but I knew it would be short lived since the clouds were moving so quickly and beyond the raincloud was sunlight. And the wind! It was blowing my hood up for me, then whipping it back down. Then there would be these breaks of eerie stillness when the sky would open up and the sun shone right over me, warming me even though it was cold all around. It was like being in the eye of a tornado. In one of these moments, I thought to myself that this must be what it feels like to be loved. And the world seemed to answer. So I carried on an audible conversation with no one and with everyone, with the world and with myself (so long as I could be fairly certain no one was withing listening distance or near enough to see). There was just this spark all about me, and it felt as if someone truly was listening. Later of course, it began pouring down upon me and I had to head for home prematurely, but I'd prefer a million walks like that one to my one mile on the Gazelle. Yeesh.
Anyway.
So you know how I have these weird Emma like thoughts about Jack? How I've met him once, and that three years ago, and now I suddenly get the impression that we'd make a good pair? Well, apparently we have something else in common. Something he just changed on his profile.
He talks to himself a lot.
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