October 18, 2004

After the rain stopped and we finished our coffee, we walked in the park. Everything was wet and crisp and the sky was saturated with colour. We talked. He seems happier now: he’s creating art and buying flutes; he wants to use me in his projects.

We both felt childish and happy. He started dancing on the boardwalk smiling wildly. His rain dance worked: dark clouds came back with heavy droplets of rain. We ran from the cold, leaving our plans unfinalized. One day though, we’ll make art. Hopefully it will involve rain dances and naked limbs.