Saturday, July 20, 2013

Soft Rain

I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again

Gene Kelly, Singing in the Rain

I run six glorious miles with a friend through early morning soft rain.  The talk is easy and flows softly; soft and inviting, engaging and smart. The miles pass effortlessly, softly as if time had ceased.  I don't want it to end; this run, this friend, this rain, this time. A blink and it is over and yet the memory of this run lingers.  Cherished.

Talk is easy when we run. Truth pours as miles pass and pass and pass.  It's the safeness of the run that builds trust.  Trust to speak with openness knowing we will not judge or be judged.  We don't make eye contact as we run. We run forward towards a common goal and we talk, yet never do the eyes meet... as though we are are in conversation with our souls.

The Irish call it a soft rain, but it's not a rain at all. It's more a state of mind than a rain. It's a mist that blurs time and miles and space.  It's a mist that softens the moment and opens the mind to talk. It's a mist that bridges trust and friendship and creates cherished moments. A mist that sculpts memories of that feel.

I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain.

Oh my goodness, all days are good days to be alive and yet some are so much better than others.