Last week, I wrote:

“I just thought that maybe if it rained everything would be better. I could wear a dress and no shoes and I would run and dance and spin and I wouldn’t have have to do what I’m doing.” 

It’s raining now. I’m wearing jeans and I’m wearing shoes and I drove my truck just to avoid getting the bottom of my pants any wetter than they are already. Plus, the rain gets my glasses wet and makes it hard to see. 

I sometimes wish and wish for things and when the opportunity comes, I’m not so sure I want it anymore. 

The rain has stopped. The moment is lost.