Presence

It started raining yesterday, though it wasn’t just a simple drizzle–it started pouring. Well, I suppose I’d define it as such, but I haven’t seen the rain in awhile so the defining characteristics between the two seemed incredibly finite. It actually took me by surprise, and I ended up having to rush home after getting off the RTA bus since I hadn’t brought an umbrella. I didn’t mind all that much though; I’ve always had an appreciation for the rain and the way it revitalized the dying backdrop of my somber city.

It made me almost forgot that only the day before had I been isolated from the company of good people for a rough six months. How that happened? Even I’m not quite sure. It’s not like I’ve ever had a disinterest in being around the company of others. No, in fact, I’ve always loved being around the company others though this in itself has never come easily for me. What lead to my prolonged isolation was simply a series of events that compiled itself in such a fashion as to take the form of compounding interest. The debt owed was one that I at times questioned whether I’d be able to overcome.

But that day on the rain on the bus with those people and at school with those who smiled at my silly remarks merely reminded me that no matter how far off the path I’ve gotten, the world will always welcome me back.

It had been a long time since I smiled like I smiled that day.

I hope I don’t forget this feeling–that’s what scares me the most.