It’s been raining all day.
Clear blue from the sky, as if the gods from every religion have been letting tears seep between their blood-stained fingers.
Their fingers that are scratching at their corneas as they try to block out the dying sun that is the entirety of humanity and our colossal f*ck ups, time after time.
Or maybe, it’s just rain.
Simple rain, like every other storm.
Simple rain makes simple days, after all.
The kind of day where I felt like I’d been asleep since I woke up.
Where effort became a dagger on the outline of my notebook pages.
That meaning it was difficult to get work done, in fact, difficult to even start any.
So I didn’t, outside of the time I spent fiddling around with my guitar strings as they made a melody on their own. Or the few lines that I managed to scribble out on the thin papyrus of my cold notebook.
I sat on the couch, with the blue and yellow, next to the giant window in the living room, sucked into my Nintendo Switch; specifically Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. I know, I’m not raving about Animal Crossing today! What a wild time we must live in.
Zelda fits the rain really well, for some reason. It always has.
I remember when I first got the game while living in Grand Rapids, and how much time I dug into it on the rainy weekend days when Aaron and I didn’t want to go out and do anything, and I didn’t have a rehearsal to show up for.
No Tempest, no King Lear.
Just open-world Zelda.
It was a really great way to escape the rest of the bad news of daily living in America.
Bad News America.
That’s a fun sentence to type.
I hope there’s more sun tomorrow.
A walk sounds nice, with the morning dew and the birds chirping.