One Foot Up

The rain today provided a welcome break from the recent heat, and it was very dark for a long time. I didn’t get much done as I'm recovering from what appears to be another bout of allergies, giving me cold-like symptoms. I may have overindulged at a weekend party I'd rather forget, even though it was enjoyable with an old friend. Nevertheless, life is short. It's worth it to self-indulge every so often.

It was a calm day. I didn't get to read as much as I'd hoped, nor did I write much, instead choosing to watch horror movies, which I really enjoy. The sound of rain at my new place was wonderful, especially hearing it hit the courtyard pavement. However, the thunder before the rain, which sounded like explosions, was less pleasant. I'm not fond of thunder, especially when lightning flashes inside the house—it's scarier than any horror movie.

Feeling unwell and still recovering from a lingering hangover, I noticed someone interesting who stood out to me. Leaning on the wall with one foot up, he was engrossed in his phone. I've seen him before, and although we've caught each other's glances, we've never talked. I think he might be Dominican since I haven't heard him speak English. Maybe next time I'd just say hello and see what happens...