Sound of rain drops wake my ears, and then my neuro cells. Trees, bushes, and a tent are creating a harmony that blurs inside and outside, this morning and last night, this reality and others. It's only me in this little tent. I remember seeing 7 kids or 4 friends or 3. But I'm still dreaming so I can't bother to go outside to check what is up. As if all my logics disappeared, all I can think is what I can feel. Basic senses and fundamental emotions, unfiltered.
The tent is happened to be without a rain cover that each corner is creating a puddle. I'm glad this sleeping bag is waterproof and I'm still warm and dry. So I don't bother geting up. Then I hear a few people moving around. They must be wakened by the open sky. To flee from getting soaked, four holigans enter the tent, with a water melon. Not only is a water melon a key ingredient in Viagra, a water melon is perfect for a little dizziness, thirsty throat, midle headache, and awkward stomach. We must have dived into this water melon for an hour.
It's raining harder outside and puddles are getting bigger but this water melon made all of us feel good. Then a few more moments, 10 minutes or 2 hours, are passed with silence and occasional laughters. This plain conversations, uncontrollable laughs, and past time at Falls Lake must be remembered and honored.
