today, i crossed that dividing line.

i don't really know how, or when, it happened; all i know is that, this morning when i stepped out the door, it was raining. my flip-flops kicked up murky water onto my calves, and the sound of rain throwing itself against the road drowned out my music. but then while i was sitting in the front seat of a beat-up minivan, watching the world pass me by, it just stopped. the world was dry; it was sunny, and there was a little pink flower stuck between the windshield wipers, and everything suddenly seemed inconsequential.

(& i don't know if this is a metaphor or not.)