Something about the rain has always captivated me. I like the way it reminds me of simpler days. Days when simplicity was the norm and skepticism was a foreign language. It reminds me of field trips that were canceled or socks made soaking out at recess. It reminds me of cold, hard, and long football games in the fall. It reminds me of that tiny once of hope I would get while life guarding at Oakridge that maybe it would start pouring and I would get off my shift a little earlier. Days that even though they had a little rough patch, turned out to be some of the best memories
Today I just needed to clear my head and refocus. School is coming to an end (AH FREAK OUT I AM SO OLD) and i just need to remember to get all i can done, and never take a second for granted. And driving through the upper temple parking lot always seems to do the trick.
