Last night it rained so hard, for so long that at one point I began to think we were headed for The Flood. I lay awake thinking of all the things that would happen and how we would gather the cats to safety. The sound of drops storming onto the awning roof was strong, passionate, relentless. Then I got to thinking about coincidence, probability and fate. For example, was receiving the parking ticket right after I bought a huge piece of chocolate cake, yesterday, a sign? Punishment? A reminder to be good about eating right? Or simply because in Chestnut Hill the parking meter police are thorough?
And if a great flood was coming my way, was it directed solely at me or everyone? Are we all in this together? I mean are we ALL in this TOGETHER?
After awhile the constant, thunderous water began to soothe and rock my soul. I heard the cats sigh out loud, Molly at my feet, and Ada somewhere close by. I turned over, smiling to myself as I realized, "Well so what. What is ... is," and went back to sleep.
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