Sunday: The Final Countdown!

Just one week left in my blessed Manhattan. I can't believe how quickly time has gone... This week will be devoted to enjoying the time with Group D, remaining sponge-like in classes, and parting with great Yoga instructors until we meet again. Also exciting is the fact that my darling Andrew arrives this week on Tuesday! I'll get to see him for a few days before I head back to SLC... upon return I head straight into rehearsals for The Bakkhai and then school starts, so I am go-go-go.

There is really nothing comparable to feeling a storm picking up. I think the way it can effect the pace of my heartbeat, my level of observation, my intake of breath (through my nose if it is delicious-smelling rain), making my hairs stick up on my arms and legs, and several other physical aspects is remarkable. On the other hand we have the emotional side-effects including anticipation, some anxiety about whether or not I'll get wet, etc, and these are also amazing to me. Rain is just a unique experience all-around. Tonight as it started raining I stood up from the bench on the street and walked home. No need to get wet out there this evening, though another time I might have wanted to let myself soak to the bone. Lightning is an exquisite perk of storms. It brightens the sky, exposing only bits and pieces of the things that are hidden from our eyes... tops of buildings or shapes of clouds or true colors of trees... and then its ever-fateful partner, thunder. This aspect of a storm is one that I love the most. Thunder is like a massive tiger purring in my ear. I'm laying down to sleep now and can't wait to hear it humming, drowning out even the splattering rain against my window, until all I can hear is... summer, rain, night, sleep, peace.

Love.