>>2558579Drizzles were the most common ones; small pebbles of soft liquid that propelled downwards the towers of steel and glass with the beautiful lights from millions of fake flames. I found the city to be at it’s most attractive when it rained. The water was pouring down outside my window, creating streams and small rivers that ran across the glass panel before descending towards the buzzing ground far below us. I enjoyed looking at the rain. I never enjoyed the sun, and never have and most likely never will. I might have something to do with the tone of my skin, my sensitivity towards the radiance of the morning star, or only the fact that I grew up in the rain clouds of a small city and never will trade that connection away for any glimmering blue skies. I honestly don’t know why, but I do love the rain. I like walking outside when it’s pouring down upon man, and I have my best exercises when I’m sweating in the holy waters. Kyoto is excellent, and despite the fact that I haven’t been home for almost a decade, I find it astonishing how easy it was to adjust and fall back into the same old patterns as before. I suppose it’s in my blood. Tonight there was something different with the way I looked at the drops as they were draining downwards across my window. I followed them with my eyes, and the focus was increasingly sharper. It was as if I attempted to see these drops really for the first time, actually, perceive them in the present and allow myself to be startled and surprised as to where it might turn or end up. I massaged my eyes and turned around to face my screen again.
