The Horizon

Today I felt beauty from the rain, splashing my face. The rain this spring has been magnificent in downpour, making this city that never stops, come to a crashing halt, with every one but, street vendors running for cover. Appearing from nowhere, (carts full of umbrellas) yelling, “Umbrellas five dollars - only five dollars!” During one of these said downpours, I stand huddled in the doorway of Victoria Secret, camera to my face, digitally capturing the wondrous chaos. The people, milling around the doorway so distracted by the rain, no one noticed the click of my camera. After a bit I leave happy with the faces I have captured and start walking (without an umbrella) down the soggy street, the rain slowly dripping from my bangs onto my sunglasses and down my face. I relish it: for some reason, the warm bountiful rain brings me joy. After a bit of walking, a middle-aged man approaches with his umbrella and he guides me down the street under the dryness of his umbrella. I feel like a princess, being swept away by her prince, when suddenly he disappears and I am left again to fend for myself. I then walk gleefully to a cafe for my daily London Fog and head soaked from head to toe to the NYC sardine can. – I always forget and end up catching the train during rush hour.