and it's raining again.

 

stepping away from the hum of the office and the chill dat settles deep into my bones, i find myself leaning against the railing outside, watching the rain carve paths down the concrete. the clouds are gloomy, the winds blow steadily. everythg feels a little softer out here, the world blurred by the downpour. i look up, and there they r - birds, gliding thru the rain wit a kind of careless joy, unbothered by the cold or the wet. they seem to wear their freedom on their wings, utterly present in dis fleeting moment, as if they’ve made peace wit every drop falling around them.

i cant help but wonder wat it wld be like to have dat same freedom - to step into the storm w/o a second thought, no weight of wat waits back inside, no plans or fears or endless expectations pulling me back. jst a quiet surrender to the world as it is, rain and all. these birds, they move w/o hesitation, trusting the sky, trusting their own flight, undistracted by anything beyond dis very instant.

for a moment, i let myself drift into dat thought, let the rain soak into my skin as if it cld wash away all the layers of caution and restraint, the thgs we learn to carry, the pieces we feel we must protect. maybe there’s somethg to letting it all go for a while, letting ourselves jst be - right here, right now. i close my eyes and breathe in the damp air, imagining wat it wld be like to spread my arms wide, to meet the storm wit open hands, to let every drop remind me of a freedom dat’s still somewhere within, untouched by all the noise and weight.

and maybe, dat’s wat true freedom is - a moment like dis, where u dont try to escape the rain or shield urself from it, but instead, feel it, breathe it in, and trust dat, somehow, ur own wings will carry u through.