Blaggy,
I did nothing today. In detail:
Waking up was tiresome, left me laying there staring at the ceiling, daring it to move on me. I'm always depressed when I wake up, but before long I forced myself downstairs to shower and felt much better afterwards. Everything came together after that, and I spent the day outside.
I arranged rocks into patterns in the firepit. There's no such thing as a perfect circle but I did my damn best to make it so, logs and branches and brittle leaves criss-crossed in the center, waiting to be burned and charred into smoke and ash and be blown away into the breeze, to settle someplace else far away and begin to grow anew. The air was thick, static blanketing everything and pressing my hair into my face, making it cling desperately to my skin until I pulled it back, only to have to rush back again. Warm breeze, carrying barely contained frenzy of emotion, blew over me, rustled the leaves and the grass before carrying on its path, bringing with it the sound of children - their laughs and screams and sounds of joy and pain, uninhibited by anything at all.
Storm clouds, grey and blue, surly at being overweight so long, blew overhead and I watched them slowly, feeling the occasional drop of rain pellet my face, on my cheek, in my eye, blinking it away and shaking my head, wondering when the real rain would come.
And after shadows fell and night came the rain did come in full force. The sky was sea and the ground was sea and everything in between was filling up as well, only water in sheets falling everywhere. Puppies ran for cover underneath the couch that would protect them from anything, an older dog on top of it rolling his eyes and whuffing gently, saying, "I was once like you, I was once like you," before rolling over and falling asleep. And outside I watched the rain, watched the yard light up in monochrome intensity underneath the lightning, its image seared into my mind before I closed my eyes, standing on my toes and tilting my head back, counting the seconds by. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, thunder slammed out of the sky and made everything listen, reverberating in my chest until I shook with the energy thrilling through me, crying out and opening my eyes to watch the next bolt of lightning and waiting for the thunder again. Wind whipped my hair around my face, laughing in my ear, mocking me and pulling its storm away as fast as it came, too soon, too soon, my heart still pounding in my chest.
tl;dr I stacked rocks and sticks and it rained.
