97 - In My Place

Today was a rainy day.
I really like rainy days.

This summer has been an extremely hot one, and so when I woke up this morning to a slight chill and the smell of rain, I was REALLY excited. Haha.

Later on in the day, my mom went to a anniversary dinner with her husband (they've been married four years now), and I went to the gym. When I pulled into my driveway, I just sat in my car for like twenty minutes. Together, the rain beating on my windshield and my mellow music created an atmosphere unlike any other. Obviously, since this experience warranted a blog post, the serenity I felt was important.

Everyone needs a place. Whether you're married or single or whatever, everyone needs a place. Sometimes, your place can be abstract; it can be within the confines of a book, or woven into a melody. Sometimes, your place can be a physical place -- a closet, or a chair.

No matter where your place is, you know that you will feel calm.
Peaceful.
Relaxed.

You know that, in your place, nothing else matters except feeling. You can be in your place and know that, somehow, everything will be alright.

Everything will be alright because right here, in this moment, you're happy. Maybe you're content, or maybe you're excited. Maybe you're grateful or humble. Maybe you are utterly aware of yourself. You are feeling, and emotion equals life. When you stop caring, that's when you stop living.

Everyone needs a place where they can just feel whatever it is they need to feel.

For me, the place changes (as it probably does with many people). Today, my place was in my car. I was watching my blurring windshield and singing along with She & Him, the Shins, and Bright Eyes. Somehow, in those moments, it seemed as if the rain was falling in sync with the music. It created the perfect amount of background sound to put my soul at ease. My car was my place, and I was feeling.

It feels good to feel.

This isn't my photo. I got it from pikachudork on Deviantart.com.
I should've taken a picture of my own car, but some experiences just can't be captured by photo. Only words will get close to doing them justice. 

-ka