Today the rain kissed my cheek.
I didn’t expect this display of public affection, having left my home feeling in a deep cloud, both insular and brooding.
My face was scrunched against the cold and my body layered in protective clothing. I was defending my smallish frame from the Autumn chill, that damp west coast weather that penetrates everything accept centimeter thick wool sweaters.
My warm bed had been abandoned temporarily for a morning dog walk.
I was prepared to leave and return home still with the stupor of sleep in my bones. I was planning on a reunion with my down stuffed comforter and my four thoroughly loved pillows.
But, as I walked to the sound of my shoes on the gravel path and the slight breeze rustling the branches of the overhead trees, the morning seemed to come close and wrap itself around me.
It was difficult to stay lost within the clouds in my head. The quality of light and the crispness of the air began a clearing inside of me.
Then I felt it.
One moist drop landing on my cool and rosy cheek. A union between myself and the world.
My heart could not help but break open. My body always unfailingly receptive to a delicate caress. There was my reminder that in this world I was constantly so close to everything else.
The rain kissing my cheek this morning and my cheek responding to the tenderness of connection.
Intimacy opened her arms to me and I folded readily, right back in.
Author: Sarah Norrad
Apprentice Editor: Brandie Smith/Editor: Catherine Monkman