Yesterday ended much like it began. Calmly focusing on the here and now, and being too tired to carry out the final duties of the day.
A valiant attempt was made to be productive at the end of the day yesterday, but I couldn't. So I started the new day, today, with a similar attitude.
More class, more work, more time to focus on the here and now.
Class was easy, but long.
Work started earlier than I thought it would.
Pizza was delicious, even though I shouldn't have spent the money needlessly (it's been a trend here towards the end of the month).
Shortly after work began was when the rain started.
Conversations started happening. Thought started flowing freely to not here, not now, not important. I began to reconsider my recently found peace, and started remembering the dreams that were dreamt, the thoughts that were thought, and the things that have been left unsaid.
No. It's not going to happen again. Every time I find some piece of mind worth hanging on to, it becomes messy. Things start getting brought up, words are spoken that illicit responses that are unwanted, and it's lost. The moment of piece lasted about a day, but I should have saw it coming… I couldn't hear the music. I didn't see it coming, until it was too late.
Rough day at work.
Sitting at home after dinner.
Trying to relax, trying to regain my peace… the flood is upon me.
Relaxing. Visiting. Reflecting. Water.
Through the door.
Over the floor.
Rushing.
Dirty.
Unstoppable.
The water was rushing down the steps and to my door. It valiantly tried to hold back the tide, but it was no use for the torrent. The rain had come and it was coming in.
I thought there was a drain, and escape hatch for the water to go, but it was just a façade. There was no where for it to go but in, and in it came. I opened the door and let the water in. I wasn't thinking. I didn't know what to do. I panicked. I moved stuff.
Quick, the books. The shoes. The chair. The couch. The electronics. Quick, call the landlord. I need help. I'm sinking in the water. The flood is here and I'm not sure what to do.
The rescue ship was there in a hurry.
Buckets in two.
The bailing began. Barricade the entrance, don't let the water in. We have to stop the flow before it gets any worse; then we can repair the inside.
Following their lead, I stepped back and watched them work. They had been through this before, moving gallons of water over days of work. It's no surprise they moved with lightning speed and divine grace. I stood back and watched as the ship was righted and the mess was cleaned up.
The storm was still bearing down on us, but the rescuers stood watch through the night to make sure it wouldn't happen again…
Ready… set… go!
… to be continued!
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