There is no sound but the wind and the rain. There are no cars and no planes. No other people and no birds. Just the wind and the rain. And the silence of a Friday night during lockdown/curfew.
I step on the street and close my eyes. It is as if I was alone on this earth. I am alone in my mind. For once. And I smile. The rain on my skin feels good. The wind in my hair feels better. I fight the urge to stretch out my arms. I am a cliché as it is, standing in the rain with closed eyes and a smile.
But these small moments when there is only me, the rain and the wind, those are precious moments. They are moments when I am very aware of my being, and yet I also feel so very serene; peaceful.
reflections of an unquiet mind 