Nebulous Mutterings
“Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory.”
- Eurythmics, ‘Here Comes The Rain Again’.
It’s a white-skied rainy day out and I’m sitting on my couch, wondering why does introspection pair so well with rainy days?
I mean seriously, what is that?
They just do.
Each sunny day feels like something new. A birth of sorts. Time moves forward.
But rainy / cloudy days all return me to the same pleasantly melancholic location.
And for lack of a more specific description, it’s a place suspended.
A frozen slice of chronology that’s weirdly reminiscent of some underlying truth about existence-
That all of my abstract ideas about what matters:
ambition
drive
achievement
success
future plans, etc…..
actually don’t.
The moisture and narrowed color of the day seem to rush me back to a more natural state where I’m once again animal.
Usually I like to walk around 2nd Street and feel saturated by shiny stimuli and the combined dreams of the people I’m surrounded by.
Perhaps an expensive coffee in a wooded house that plays the coolest (but not too cool) of music.
Somewhere I can sit, people watch and feel warmth.
Maybe that’s why coffee shops are so likable.
Aside from the molecule, it’s a place where quiet people can silently absorb others and their quiet talks.
And let’s not forget that drizzly days are perfect for love.
Days where you sit with your pair and suddenly take notice of and savor flaws and asymmetries.
Days where I feel some odd mix of longing and contentment.
Longing for some idyllic step further toward peace and yet simultaneous contentment with that same mild heartbreak.
