By evening there was the soft sound of raindrops outside the open windows, coupled with that scent – that scent that comes when the rain hits the earth, an explosion of scent.
I was compelled to go out back on the deck and feel the fairy- light kisses of these raindrops. I lifted my face to the sky and felt them, one by one, as they landed on my skin. And I thought, This. This is being alive.
Sometimes it is the slightest thing, like cool raindrops on my warm face, that remind me how lucky I am to be alive. I write this here at my desk with a terrible, monster of a cold, but I still feel lucky. Because I almost wasn’t here. I almost missed Friday night. I almost missed the quiet of my neighborhood at 7 o’clock. I almost missed wet feet and fairy-light kisses.