The baby ALWAYS gets what she wants, even IF it's raining…and you'd discovered that sense of serenity, taking her on this, "trip"…translated…
I'd always taken an umbrella when I carried my daughter out on my back. In the grayed weather, the umbrella became a cane, to help me move more agilely, to reduce the pressures on my spine, and due to the rainy days in Langyang, I take it with me as a precaution. And yet, I'd, enjoyed that feel of strolling in the rain, and, there were those days of rain, that I'd taken my daughter out for, one, two, three, blocks' walk.
like this...with the world around us, a blur...photo from online
When my daughter just turned two, she'd, started, becoming, "outgoing" more, but, she is like how my partner, who is usually, silent, but companionate, a good, companion. With my baby wrapped around my front side, it'd felt that I am, holding her in my, arms, popping open that umbrella, like we'd, opened up the door to a, strange, unknown, world, and the umbrella kept all of my thoughts, sheltered, my thoughts and us, in the drippy world, had a safe place to get sheltered from the rain, with that branch to, rest our selves, on.
like this...photo from online
With the rain's dripping down light or hard, getting quicker or slow in speed of falling, to how sticky the rain was, outside of the umbrella, as the raindrops landed on my umbrella, there were the brushstrokes in my mind, with each stroke different from the previous; I'd listened closely—hearing the songs of the rains, hearing the secrets that the drops of rain disclosed to me—that time away from the realities of things. In this space and time, I am young, growing older, aging, and, entered into the lines of people who listened to the rain, with the multitude of feelings, crisscrossing, stacking up and down.
And yet, every now and then, a baby girl called out to me, the voice sounded babyish, but, that voice dictated every single thought of mine. She seemed to be, sharing my simple, solitude, but it's more, she's the active, embracing the motives of now—embracing the memories, the hopes, and the current, moment in time.
So, this is, the much needed meditation you'd found, you found that space inside your mind, taking your young child out to stroll in the rains, and, there's not much of a crowd, because of the rain, and the two of you, can enjoy the much needed solitude to share with each other. Some alone time with only your thoughts and your, baby, girl…
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