I stop my thoughts.
Am I in this moment? I ask.
I’m thinking about getting inside quickly. I’m speedily walking, slightly hunched over in the icy rain, getting colder and wetter by the second.
I’m chilled to the bone.
I am waiting for this moment to be over.
I stand in place.
With the rain pouring down on me.
I ask myself,
What else is going on now besides my chill and wetness?
It smells so fresh and comforting.
The enveloping sounds are calm, like God touching me.
I stand and smell and look and feel in the moment.
And then I continue to walk home. I walk slower, and more softly so as not to disturb the kind rain’s sounds. Feeling less chilled, I hold myself more erect, and I deeply breathe the fresh air, glad for this cold, wet winter’s night.
I wrote this piece March 15, 2007 as part of a creative writing course with the thoughtful and caring writer and teacher Paul Belserene.