Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
— Mary Oliver
I love when it rains in L.A.
It washes away the smog, and the air smells fresh and clean again.
Everyone stays inside, so there’s a calm that settles over the city, like time has stopped for a moment and you can finally breathe.
I went on a hike just as the rain had dissipated. Bundling up in a hoodie, jacket, scarf, and…
I was bored one day last week, so I got dressed, walked down Lansdowne to Bloor, got on the subway, read my book for six stops, alighted at St George, went upstairs to transfer to the University line, waited four minutes for the train to come, casually took a bow, and jumped right in front of it, to the horror of the most unfortunate strangers.
It was weird.
I thought I would be instantly smashed to pieces, but somehow the train went straight over me, and except for the noise, it didn’t hurt a bit. I was really just embarrassed…