I was talking to Ben earlier, just as the sky opened up. I went out into the rain. The drops fell around me, dancing around my feet, braided themselves in my hair, forming a glistening crown. The drops on my skin melded together and felt like light silk against my skin.
Reading Franny and Zooey for no real reason. I think I'd like to head to a café late at night with a pack of cigarettes and order a chicken sandwich and smoke so much that I grow dizzy from the fumes.
I should go clean up.
When it rains, it rains so slowly in the city where I'm from.