It is a grey night, tinted orange by the light of a city. Rain is falling, the world just seems alive. No, not alive. Revived. Like everything of inconsequence is fading away. I went out, down to the beach for awhile. I stood there in the rain, watching the waves before I waded out. I had no reason for it, I simply wanted to feel immersed. So there in the waves I stood, transfixed between the water falling from the heavens and the water splashing around my waist. And now I am home, back in a bed with far too many covers, trying to regain what warmth I had. This night was good for me. Life has just seemed too stressful in recent weeks.
