Wet streets today,
gray sky,
chilled air on my face:
I nevertheless go out,
against my better judgment?
No, this is a good judgment.
Go out into the world,
smell the damp breeze,
feel the drops of rain on your eyelashes,
sit and read
and write!
What's the point of living if you don't
imagine,
create,
experience.
What's the point? Really...
So much happier when you do that.
Even for a few moments,
a handful of minutes or even
a number of hours. Sometimes.
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