Today is a short break from the ordinary. The cold has subsided a bit but the sky is still gloomy and monotone. Perhaps today rain will fall from the heavy clouds, meandering across the sky. To me, the are taunting. Rain is so close yet it has not fallen and who knows if it will.
I decide since there is a break in the weather, perhaps I will leave my safe little apartment and venture into the bustling town. I'm running low on food anyway.
After much procrastination I am dressed and pulling on a light coat. I step outside and hesitate, everyone seems to be seizing the opportunity to get out while the cold is not so biting. The streets are busy and flow without pause, so I slip into the stream and walk mindlessly down the street to the market I frequent.
The lights inside are white and glaring, intensifying the harsh white of the aisles and displays. I pick through the shelves and aisles until I find what I need and move hesitantly to checkout. Here it is even more crowded and the people remind me of livestock, filing into rows and milling through the checkout, mindless and careless and oblivious. Finally I have passed through the line and carry my few bags out into the bustling street again.
It is more difficult to merge into the steam this time around, my bags bumping people no matter how close to myself I pull them. As I am walking, miraculously the clouds open up, and a few small drops of rain splatter my hair and face and shoulders. The stream seems to pause for only a moment, and then is moving faster than before, people dispersing into building and under cover from the rain that has begun to fall more heavily. I pause on the sidewalk, the stream lessening and flowing around me as I close my eyes and lift my face to the sky. The moment is purely euphoric, the fat drops of water landing on my face and rolling down my neck, soaking my hair and my clothes and washing every thought from my mind but the sound of a bustling city, muted by the musical patter of rain hitting the pavement and my skin.
So many gazes pass over me but the rain seems to have made me immune to their harshness and unsureness and curiosity. I let them wash over me like the rain and flow off, hitting the pavement without bothering me. I don't care to pick out individual gazes, but if I had I would have recognized the eyes that searched over me and stopped, gazing heavily at my sopping hair and face dotted with glistening drops of water.
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