A scene straight-out-of-a-movie -- walking the dogs on an empty street, tall lush trees swaying, cold wind making dead leaves rush by our feet, then a softness to the rain, a freshness to everything, a cool mist rolling in over the vibrant green grass as we slowly jog & laugh for cover, the dogs stubbornly holding their ground, not wanting to go anywhere else but there, right in that moment of rain & play, and we give in, relishing the freedom, the magic of that moment, that sweet fleeting moment, the world crisp and sparkling, free of bullshit, fuck-ups, vanity & ghosts … raindrops and me and him and our dogs who we know will always always love us no matter how destitute or pathetic or idiotic we might seem to other people. It started to rain harder, & we started to laugh louder, & the dogs’ ears started to sway higher as we jumped & splashed over puddles … & the horizon, radiant in its aqueousness, bringing to the senses a calmness, a serenity, but also bringing forth a distinct feeling of strange buoyancy, a lightness pregnant with possibilities of flight. A scene straight-out-of-a-movie … but it was real, and it was beautiful. And it is enough. Enough to keep us walking, enough to make us get up stand tall & dance after a slight stumble or a hard fall, enough to make us thankful for every vision of hope the universe sends our way.
Be happy for this moment; this moment is your life….”_-Omar Khayyam
