I was in the shower washing my ears when for just a split second my ears were covered and I heard the sound of the water hitting my head. For just a moment I was transported back to when I was 7 (or any other arbitrary little kid age). I can hear the raindrops smacking the metal gutter on the other side of my bedroom wall. I can feel the rain hitting my rain jacket, like bullets pelting me. I stick my tongue out and drops of rain fall into my mouth. I can see the miniature ripples in the puddles, white bubbles scintillating in a frenzy. “Don’t jump in the puddle!” For just a moment all my worries disappear as I stare at rain drops overtake other rain drops on the car window as we’re driving down 101. Going nowhere. And everywhere at once. For a second I feel safe. And in a second I’m transported back to reality.
1 Response to For a split second
Mr. Ribaudo
December 9th, 2009 at 1:26 am
Wow, that is so deep, you should be a writer!