Rainy Evening

On occasion I long for spontaneous, passion-driven adventure that is foreign to my daily routine. Foreign because my days are structured down to the hour. Any unplanned moment welcomes potential chaos and frantic improvisation, both uncomfortable enough to avoid as often as necessary.

There have been many evenings this summer, however, when I’ve looked at the sky and wished I could transport myself to the edge of the world. Just one romantic glimpse of the ocean or one existential view of the open sky as it fades from sunset to starlit night. But on evenings like tonight I walk the dog in the rain to the melancholy notes of “Lovers in Japan”, without a raincoat or an umbrella, embracing the whimsy of damp hair and stained glasses.