On Sundays I usually don't plan too much. I wake up around nine and will then usually put on a comfy sweater, a pair of jeans and some boots for my usual sunday trip to the Co-op. I brought my friend Zada with me for fun and so that she could pick up a few treats for herself.
As we drive down route 11 listening to the static radio I decided I needed to go to the bathroom. We drove into the parking lot of an old baseball field that I remember watching games at as a kid. It was pouring rain and I did not feel like getting out of the car. Zada turned her face towards mine while still looking out at the rainy field. "Want to go run around?"
All of the sudden, an incredible childlike and enthused sense of awakening came about me as I stepped out into the pouring rain. I took off my wool sweater and cotton shirt and began to run around. With every lunge a wave of mud would splash all over my jeans, but in another they would already be washed clean by the down-pour of rain. Zada was far ahead in the outfield. Her red hair was matted, soaked, and darkened by the water. The color complemented the bright spring grass on the field. It smelled like wet dandelions. It was beautiful. While running around, and doing handstands we couldn't help but fall over and burst into uninhibited fits of laughter. We were having so much fun being outside, feeling the rain and letting it soak us.
We weren't doing anything in particular, we were just having fun with whatever we were doing. It was so refreshing and was the perfect way to begin the week. I am lucky that I brought my camera...
peace,
-jax
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