- The Stroll

He decided not to do anything all along the morning, so he decided to take a stroll. He felt like giving himself this very pleasant moment in which he wouldn’t have to think about anything concrete, but still think about everything. The day looked particularly cloudy. He took his light and black sweater and left. There was no rush. The morning was long, and he wanted to make it last.

It was simply another autumn day. On the radio, the forecaster said it would be rainy, but he did not take her advice for serious. The sky looked grey, but still could stand like this the entire morning with no rain. And anyways he loved these days, where the sun could not flash him nor melt his skin under his shirt. He had always been a fan of cold, wet and foggy weather.

He took his black skullcap, turned on the music, put on his Palestinian scarf and left home with his keys on his pocket. The minute he opened the front door, a freezing snap of air slapped his face, but luckily he had his scarf on and helped to calm down the shiver that would have gone all across his body. He felt his muscles were getting tighter. Closed the door and set his hands on his pockets and started walking.

He immersed on a parallel world he made up. Eventually he found himself on the proper street. He kept walking straight, along the main avenue. It would take ages for the traffic lights to stop him. He had chosen that street because they were few traffic lights along it. Another thing he didn’t have to worry about. The trees caressed the air as they were dancing at the rhythm of the piano inside his ears. Everything was taking place at the very exact moment he was noticing all around him.

All of a sudden, a lightning stoke the clouds and broke the silent walk. His eyes focused the sky: good news, it was about to happen. He smiled and faced the consequences.

The first rain drops started to fall slowly. He turned down the volume so he could listen to the rain impacting against the ground. He now was aware of the big swing going on. It was like a pleasant dance, everything evolved in a determinate way. He stopped walking.

He was feeling so quiet.

With his expression facing towards the sky, he was able to feel the rain on every single point of his face. He took off his skullcap; he wanted to feel it on his hair too. He was more aware than ever, he perceived every distinct drop wetting his face. It was a gorgeous sensation, like feeling alive on his bones, but for real!

As his watch ticked, he was getting wet and wet.

He was absorbed and did not realise the rain was going under his sweater. He did not really care about that, he was grand, and most important, he was seizing the moment. His heart pumped with power; his bloodstream carried the adrenaline along every single cell. He was getting filled with energy.

He felt stupidly happy and more and more sensitive every second gone.