Plan A

1/07/2005

Today, I had plans. The written in ink because it’s definitely happening sort of plans. The book openly displayed on my desk so not to be forgotten kind of plans. Nobody told me it was going to rain again today thus changing all of my plans.

I woke up this morning to the sound of nature’s most beautiful music. Everything within me wanted to get up for a nice cup of coffee but the bass and drums kept insisting I lay still to hear what they had to say. Eventually, I fell back to sleep with my breathing accompanying their sweet wet staccato.

My resistance was futile or maybe I gave in too soon. Maybe, I really didn’t give a convincing fight. Maybe if I stayed quiet, nobody would know. Maybe…but the written in ink page sits on the corner of my desk teasing me – calling me names. I know it’s only out of jealously since it cannot feel the same things I feel. The taunting page is unable to have thoughts that harmonize with the sound of rain.

That’s it. That has to be it. The only reason it would sit so smugly calling my attention to it. The page cannot feel, but it knows it has the power to cause me to feel.

So, maybe tomorrow, I’ll clean my room, vacuum, and dust…that is, as long as the rain does not call me to join it in song.

zss

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