Overwhelmed

It’s raining, but it’s not cold or windy. It’s just raining. Enough for some people to open their umbrellas and hurry from one place to another. Not for me. I stand at the bus stop, in the rain. Everything is so calm.

I get on the bus and go upstairs. I sit down on the front seats. I don’t usually do that - I know how much tourists love to sit there - but today I wanted to sit there. Earplugs in, music loud. I’m looking at the rain hitting the windows. Calm. Balance. I look out the window and smile. A tear. I’m crying and I’m smiling.

I seldom cry when I’m sad. I cry when something overwhelms me. Now I am calm and balanced too. I get off the bus, come home and now I am writing this. I am not overwhelmed anymore. It stopped raining.