Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me, let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am...
Waiting to hold you
-Jim Buckley, Song to the Siren
I was totally unprepared for the storm today. But it was ready for me.
The trees outside my window scratched their nails on my roof as their branches wailed in the wind helplessly. It was 7:23am, already a rough start after a long night.
I didn't mind so much that the rain soaked through three layers of clothes from my car to my first class. Nor did I mind that despite my efforts to straighten my hair this morning, my teal beanie was now soaked, displaying the frizzy unrulyness that was underneath.
I dont mind that I can feel the cold draft next to the library windows as I watch students hurriedly rush to their classrooms to get out of the rain. My iceburg fingertips do not bother me.
Let the cold numb me, I think to myself.
I passed by 4 broken umbrellas laying on the sidewalks on my way to health class. Six if you count the one I saw in some guy's hands, and the pink polka dot one I saw break right in front of me as a gust of wind picked it up out of a woman's hands.
Bring. It. On.
It's October, everyone. Anything goes.
What an epic weekend, if I do say so myself. Late night shifts, followed by birthday celebrations, followed by early morning coffee runs for Harvest Sacramento, followed by early work, followed by getting dizzy and nauseated, followed by rushing home to throw up, followed by a throwing up of words and feelings with the roommie.
And that was just Fri night-Sat morning.
I want to walk outside and get picked up by the wind. I want it to drag me through the bushes and ivy leaves. I want it to take me to a meadow, a plateau, and brush me along the tall grass. It'd leave me there, and the sun would come out and shine on my face. And the rain would stop. Would I be happy then?
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