rain, books, and other seemingly unrelated matters

There's something simultaneously bittersweet and cathartic about summer rain. I like walking in a gentle downpour (with an umbrella, of course); the sky weeps, and I am soothed.

As for another activity I enjoy, it's reading. I've been reading voraciously lately (a rare luxury but a veritable need for me). I'm the sort of person that tends to read multiple books at once. Books are my refuge: I marvel at a flurry of fascinating facts which I will unfortunately forget in a week, escape into stories of yearning and bravery and folly, and experience "a-ha" moments which affect the way I see things within and without me.

What else? I enjoy walking around New York and I am reminded of how wondrous this city is with its capacious parks, bustling streets, innumerable restaurants, tempting shops, concealed havens, grand museums, concerts galore, and so much more. If only I had more free time to enjoy these privileges more regularly.

As it is, I choose to read.