La Mer


The rain…beautiful, cleansing, loud, incessant, rain. I stood beneath a tree and let it wash my hair, before I realized that I was standing in a lightning hotspot. I ran onto the porch and wrapped myself in a towel, grabbed my book, read a few pages and I haven’t moved since. It is funny, the things that people do when nobody is around to witness our strangeness. Funnier still, is the thought that not even our friends reveal this closeted side of themselves until they get caught.

…Lightening, and now the power is out. Back to my book! Arevoir.


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