Dreamy dusk
I am at work, trying to finish up a technical report. The rain is pouring hard and I have gotten a dreamy music in my ear. The office is otherwise silent at 612pm. The rhythm of noise of the rain, as it crashes against the window, is irregular and difficult to predict. The water is sliding down the glass on the outer wall of the windows. I can see cars rushing down Route 7, just as we rush down our lives.
It started off as a foggy day with drizzles and wetness all around. The traffic on the beltway was bad, as per usual. But at around 245pm, sun peeked out of the cloud. The sun shone on my right elbow and arms. The warmth of the sun made me happy, as I sat there, typing away on my report. It was really pleasant. It made me think how pleasant one can be when one shows a tamer side of his, despite being naturally hot and strong.
About half an hour ago, it started raining hard. The water is flowing down the window I am sitting in front of. The visibility through the window is poor. I have to finish up my report but I did not want to miss documenting the moment of listening to this beautiful Celtic music, which is making me really dreamy and being able to listen to the rain crashing against my window. It does not happen every day.
Work- is there every day. I don’t even know how these past three years have gone by. I don’t remember accomplishing anything other than work related milestones. I see my blog is barren and I know I have stopped documenting my thoughts. And, I think, I lost a part of me along the process. I have stopped questioning myself that I used to do via this blog. And I think from now on, I should start blogging, self-examining, and make myself more aware of my surroundings and actions. More than anything else, I would like to get back to writing, mostly because that has been heavily therapeutic for me.
It’s dusk and soon will be time for maghrib. And the rain stopped.
