Sunday, November 4, 2007
Autobiographical Narrative - Setting
The air is thick and weighs heavy on my chest. The sky is pitch black with silvery grey clouds. I can smell rain in the breeze, the same way it smells after a rain shower on a hot day in Texas. We haven’t had rain in almost a month. The moon is full filling up the night sky and I sit starring at it thinking about the day I just had. Everyone in my house is sound asleep, but I can’t sleep. Lately, I find myself awake when everyone is sleeping and this time alone has become a comfort for me. To see me it would seem odd that I am in the middle of my yard in the grass. This is because we have a deck full of furniture and swings but tonight I choose the grass. The grass is green and crisp tickling the underside of my legs. The world around me seems to have a steady hum that plays in the back of my head. I watch a butterfly glide through the air heading straight for our butterfly garden. I glance at the garden; it is not much to look at unless you know the beauty that takes place there. I can see a caterpillar hanging from the arbor preparing to make its chrysalis. I pay no attention to the faded stain on the deck or the unwound hose. I never hear the possum that visits our trash area nightly. Tonight we are going to have a massive storm. I watch the first signs of lightning dance across the sky. Lightning is beautiful. Time stands still as I watch the sky light up. The breeze picks up and I feel the first raindrops falling on my skin. Should I go in or should I stay? I stay. I have always loved the rain. I sit there starring at the sky. I am surrounded by a yard full of toys, yet I feel it is just the grass, the rain and myself. The rain picks up and I feel refreshed with every single drop. Oblivious to anything I lie back and close my eyes. I never hear the soft voice until he is right by my side, “Baby, what are you doing? Come inside.” I invite him to sit and share this moment. He does and we lay in silence. He reaches over and holds my hand just to have that connection. I could stay here forever.
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