Rain

I looked to the left of the car and the grass had grown about twenty cms in the last week. To the right of the car, the gutter had filled up with a fast flowing stream of rain water. I balanced along the concrete edge to get to the car as wet socks are a very unpleasant feeling. We went to see the river overflowing. Walking across the bridge was a frightening feeling. To look over and see the water flowing by so fast brought a motion sickness similar to that of falling.

Earlier that week he had walked across that river. He had balanced not across a tiny piece of concrete above a few inches of somewhat fast flowing water, he had balanced across death. Nobody could understand being swept away in the darkness, if not crushed to death or drowned behind the bridge as the conflicting currents pushed you any way but safe.

We walked back across the bridge and I considered that the only people out in this weather could be dubious, or us. A man would run across, broken umbrella, screaming into his phone, as though this was all too abnormal for him to understand.

We drove home. I looked to the right of the car and the grass had grown about twenty cm’s in the last week. To the left of the car, the gutter had filled up with a fast flowing stream of rain water. I balanced along the concrete edge to get to the house as wet socks are a very unpleasant feeling. I considered the difference in time, that it took much less time to walk back as it had to walk to the car. I realise now this is probably because the car had moved, as we had gone to the bridge.

Sometimes I wonder how I survive, thinking such stupid things.