I’ve been making it a point to get out of the apartment every single day but yesterday, I was itching to leave. I felt constricted. I felt a bit, though briefly, lost. It started to pour down rain and that’s when I knew I had to go. I didn’t just want to hear the sound of the rain. I wanted to be in it. So, while Matt was at work, I drove to Zilker Botanical Gardens and walked around. I was the only person there and it was beautiful. I felt like I stepped on the set of Jurassic Park (minus the lingering fear of being eaten alive). The sounds of the falls, the birds, the rustling leaves intermingled with scurrying squirrels, and the breeze. Oh the breeze. I felt like it was whispering to me. I felt connected to everything around me.
After checking out most of the place, the rain went from fairly heavy to flash flood warning rain. I put my camera in my bag and started to pick up the pace to the car and then said to myself, hold on a minute. Slow down. There is no rush. I stopped, took my sunglasses off my head, lifted my arms up, looked high at the sky, closed my eyes and felt the rain pelt my face, showering me free of any possible worries or self doubt. I jumped in puddles. I got soaked and I loved every damn second of it. I needed it. I am so grateful for that garden, for the rain, and for that moment. That was my Friday. How was yours?