coming back from the wired women gig that took place in the spitz i decided to walk home. the exercise would do me good i thought. of i trudged, the gig had been good, a couple of bands to check out in the future, a contented little bee i was. there was some light spitting rain. nothing to worry about, i like the rain.
little did i realise that as i crossed that invisible line that meant i could no longer do anything other than walk home the heavens would open up and i would get soaked. i was absolutely drenched by the time i got home.
but the walk home was invigorating.
i felt fresh and alive.
it reminded me why i loved the rain.
though it did feel nice to get dry and then snuggle up under the duvet.
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