Intriguing piece of prose here by a fellow blogger and author Britt from Portland, Oregon.
It was raining just so.
Like a melody I knew well, but couldn’t place. The kind I wanted to hear over and over again for the rest of my life.
I was crossing a bridge in a cab at 1am. I was alone with a cab driver.
There was water all around. A river beneath and the rain above.
The windows of the cab were speckled with gorgeous rain drops that shined with the city lights. It was like a painting that would never stay the same, no matter how much you wanted it to.
It was blurry, but it was beautiful.
I had just left a group of friends and Mr. H was out of town. I never do this anymore…stay out late on a school night.
But, this was a night I would never forget. One that changed me, from one side of the river to the other.
My thoughts were…
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