I wish I could send you this rainy morning. I wish I had the ability to bottle up today’s atmosphere and put it in the mail, or send it as an attachment. But because I can’t, I’ll tell you what it was made out of so you can make it for yourself:
Writing postcards on a rainy day.
Watching, every now and then, the neighbour’s clothes getting soaked on the line.
Steam gently billows from my mug, warm and comforting. Between cold hands, the mug gives off a feeling earthy like the clay it was made out of. Then there are the spectacles fogging from the steam. And the fritters, golden brown and impossibly round, soft and sweet, still too hot to eat.
Then you have to add memories from earlier this morning: bare feet on cold tiles and reverent silence. Later, the silence is interrupted, enhanced by the melody of rain on rooftops. The orchestra softly fades in and then reaches a crescendo that never seems to end.
Then you add heat:
Turning on the stove, handling the soft, risen dough balls sprinkled with flour. Carefully placing them in the pan. Sighing contently as the gentle sounds of the dough frying reaches your ears. The cold air wraps around you, the petrichor sinks into your skin, cold droplets of rain escape through the wondrously still open windows, splashing fresh and wild in your hair.
Yeah, I really wish I could send this to you. As a small, transient microcosm, a one-use capsule. But life seems to be taking care of itself today, so I am almost certain that this would reach you somehow, even if I were to make a paperboat of this letter and send it racing down the gutter.
Young Adult, Old Soul 
LOVE this! Everything about it. The idea of sending the rain in a postcard, your perfect description of a rainy morning, the way you offer it as a gift to the reader, sending it “racing down the gutter”. The illustration too. You’re such a talented writer, I feel almost impatient for your work to be more widely heard. But I’m glad I can read it here. Thanks for the postcard! 💛
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! I’m happy you enjoyed it ❤ Aha, your words are truly like a steaming mug in between cold hands. Funnily enough, this was one of those ones that barely got published at all 🙂 It slipped through the cracks and made it out here through its own sheer determination lol. I can't wait to read more from you as well. And since we're on the topic of rainy days, I'll be honest and say that I've been keeping your older blog posts as something to binge-read on a rainy day. There's a very deliberate quality to your writing that I really enjoy. Something slow but also momentous. Which, to me, really belongs to the whole atmosphere of a rainy day 🙂 I'm afraid I'll probably spam you with comments come that time 🙈
LikeLiked by 1 person
Funny how that happens, it’s often not the work you would have guessed that others seem most drawn to.
A steaming mug, I love it 🙂
Well I’m on a bit of a break from the blog and have put some posts on private as I give some more thought to what to share or keep for myself, but hopefully by the time your rainy day comes I’ll be back at it 💛Xx
LikeLike
Ah, I know right. Sometimes you think: “So wait…THAT’s what you like? Not the other thing I poured a little more of myself into?”. But it just goes to show, I think, that we’re better at what we do than we give ourselves credit for.
Ohh, I understand. It can sometimes be a bit overwhelming to just put up a piece of you like that, for the world to see and criticise and examine as they will. And sometimes, people just don’t understand (which, in hindsight, is a lot to ask for). I have, on occasion, also withdrawn a few posts that I deemed to be too private or personal after all.
I’ll happily await the day you start posting again, rainy day or not ^^
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes I find that people’s reactions are often far from what I expected, and surprising, sometimes in a good way sometimes not. You’re so right, though — it is a lot to ask to be understood, and if you can let go of wanting that, things are much easier. 🙂
LikeLike
I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who does that 😀 But the way I see it though, is that part of us writes to be understood. So we can never really rid ourselves of that. And I think it’s good that we don’t, as well. Because to be understood, to be seen for even a fraction of who we are, what we express, is, I think, enormous. What I try not to do though is to have expectations. To not expect that someone will understand everything I say in the exact way it was meant to be understood. But it does get harder when it’s a personal piece. When it’s a personal piece, I can’t really show such open-mindedness. It’s a very “either you get it or you don’t” kind of approach then.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Exactly! Your’e so right. We all long to be understood and seen, even if we don’t understand ourselves. I don’t mind so much how people interpret my fiction, but yes, with personal writing it’s a bit harder to separate myself from the words, though I know they’re not all I am.
LikeLike
so poetic, vivid and beautiful c:
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you ^_^ I really appreciate it ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person