3.11

Last night, I stood outside alone as rain drizzled from the sky, creating little puddles of glimmering water on the pavement. It only rains 6 days out of the entire year here, so I felt a bit wonderstruck, like I was in the midst of a mini-miracle.  I watched four planes take off from the Las Vegas airport, way in the distance, ascending into a horizon of palm tree silhouettes and a smoky gray sky.  I stood in that rain until my sweatshirt was soaked, feeling the droplets of water trickle down my face, feeling everything. In this moment, the present (whom I've shamefully been avoiding), snuck up and reminded me it's okay to let go. It was like the clouds in the sky could speak to me, telling me to learn an important lesson from them. They float freely and change effortlessly and release the rain when they need to, bringing life and making the world beautiful. They don't hold onto anything they don't need to. They don't cling.  I'm trying to learn from you, clouds.