Last night was simply lovely. Phil was coming over after his work (at 10) so I was planning on getting a bit of a nap, and then a zillion things accomplished (including: at least beginning one of two skirts I bought fabric for; doing work on Otter’s website redesign; eating a real supper with real food; changing the insoles in my walking shoes; and a bunch more stuff).
Well, I was at my computer desk doing my banking when I heard light steps coming up the stairs, and a teeny tap on my door. I wasn’t sure it was even at my door; I thought it was probably someone knocking on the wrong door again (my next-doorneighbour and I share the same top-of-stairs stoop). Imagine my surprise and delight when I opened it to find.. Phil!
He’d pulled off a miracle to get off early and come steal me. Awww! All constructive plans went out the window (to be resumed this evening), and we rented two movies - The Recruit (really good) and Gangs of New York (rather awful) - got a pizza, and snuggled up in his room for the evening. It was exactly what I needed.
At the end of the first movie, around 10.30, I was feeling very warm and overwhelmed with the stuffiness. The windows were open and the fan was on, but it was raining lightly with no wind whatsoever. Very oppressive. I sought relief out the back door, standing in the rain for a few minutes, wishing as hard as I could that I’d thought to bring my bathing suit so I could jump into the pool to shove away the pressure of the air with the cooler, more familiar pressure of water. I actually debated going in fully clothed, wondering if perhaps Phil had something I could wear when I got out.
I went back inside and voiced my desire to swim. Phil said, “go right ahead. Your bathing suit is right there.” The look of utter happiness that came over my face must have just been amazing to behold as I realized I’d forgotten to take it home on the weekend, and that I could go swimming after all! I tore off my clothes and dove into the suit. Before Phil had even gotten a towel for me, I was in the water. It was fantastic. I had the stupidest grin on my face, swimming in the rain, alone in the quiet of the night. So beautiful.
And to think; earlier that day I’d been wishing I’d just stayed in bed due to overall icky-dayness.
Posted by nightingayle at July 16, 2003 01:03 PM