"I wore your thermal shirt to bed to keep your skin against my skin" sings Brian Whitson. I love wearing other people's clothes, it is such a lovely intimacy even if its not any specific type of intimacy. It is mostly like a hug, a really nostalgic hug.
I really crave human contact these days. All contact. High-fives are my most frequent touch, and having 5 year olds hold my hand. Every day Simon the cat snuggles with me at 6 am and again at 4 pm. He lays out his whole body along my torso and purrs purrs purrs warmly. And I don't ever want to stand up. That is how fall should be.
Last week at this time I was sitting just where I am now, looking at the weather radar. A big red heap was coming toward the city, and I had just had my plans of canoeing cancelled, but decided to still get together with a friend for drinks. I left home at 7 pm and already the sky to the west was dark, the storm coming. I saw lightning in the distance, maybe two miles away. But I decided I would make it. I pounded down the street as fast as I ever have, panting and grinning, dodging every pothole, hitting every green light. The dark line of clouds was behind my shoulder, the breeze was at my back. As I pedalled, the dark line inched forward until it was level with me. I knew I was going to make it. A few drops of rain fell down, and some women walking down the sidewalk screamed as the water hit their warm skin. I turned north for a few blocks, and then east again. Ahead of me, the sky was a deep sunset blue, and the giant harvest moon was directly ahead of me. It was huge and pink-orange like a peachy pale piece of amber. I aimed myself, as always, straight at it. The rain fell but I didn't feel it. After a mile I stopped at a red light, and saw the moon swallowed by dark strands of cloud. A huge cold gust blew up along with a sudden pounding rain. I balked and broke, and dragged my bike into a bus shelter. The moon was gone. I called the friend I was meeting and he asked if I needed rescue, which I admitted to needing.
"I could have just picked you up, goofball" he said.
I should have said "I'm too fiercely independent for that" but instead I said, "I had a hell of a ride!" because how often do you get to race a storm across town?