andtheyflew:

I feel so centered now, after spending an evening alone in nature. I climbed to the top of the hill, by the water tower, and watched the lightning over the trees until it got dark enough that I felt unsafe being there by myself. Then, instead of going home like I had originally planned, I drove in the direction of the lightning and ended up in the back of the Presby parking lot, facing the highway. I rolled my window down, put on some Death Cab for Cutie, and sat outside my car watching an incredible show. When it started to rain, I got up to roll my window up, but then I went back to sitting outside. I just sat there, leaning on my car, totally alone and getting completely soaked. With the rain came the tears. Tears for myself; tears for all the things and people I’ve lost in the last few years. Tears for the pure beauty of life. Tears for the joy of solitary meditation. The wind picked up, knocking the rain at a slant, stinging my face. I stood up to get in my car and leave, but it felt so amazing to just stand in the wind and the pouring rain that I couldn’t move. A truck drove past, slowly. I think they wanted to stop and ask if I was okay, but they didn’t. I just watched them watch me. I’m sure they thought I was crazy - standing perfectly still next to my car, making no attempt to get out of the downpour. I thought that they just didn’t know what they were missing. Finally I realized that I was shivering from the wind and rain and decided to go home. I got in my car feeling more at peace, more liberated, more content than I have in a long time.
been reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance lately? Source: apertedesiderata