There is something to say about that feeling, you know that feeling, it makes you feel like you're part of a life size oil painting or photograph. Its the feeling that you get when you look at a piece of art work that touches your soul and both calms and excites your nerves. This feeling comes at times when you least expect it, or quite possibly just when you expect it.
Like when you turn the corner to find two tall skyscrapers standing above the thick green trees, a towering crane beside them, and an overcasted sky. A rush of completeness overcomes you and for once, time stops. You smile, keep walking, but feel changed. For a split second you experienced life inside of the picture instead of in front of it.
I looked outside this afternoon to find large drops of water coming down from the sky and people running or standing together in huddles. That feeling overcame me again. I needed to be part of the picture.
As I walked outside I felt torn. Yes, i'd brought an umbrella but did I want to use it? This would separate me from the picture. I wanted to run and feel the wet rain on my skin and clothes. I wanted my hair to be soaked and stringy. I needed to feel like I was a part of the artwork, a part of nature's photograph........but I couldn't.
The umbrella kept me dry.
3 carefully composed comments:
i very much liked this post miss amy. it's too bad that moments like that don't happen more often...
my poetic little sissy. that story does not have a happy ending. you should have danced(cha cha cha) in the rain and finished it off with some good puddle jumping.
You were part of the picture...and the picture had an umbrella in it :)
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