A rainy day in New York
It’s a rainy Saturday and I have no plans. One of those days that I can’t stand to spend indoors. So I venture out into the rain. I walk into a coffee shop in SoHo and realize that many other people have the same idea. The coffee shop is crowded with people seeking respite from the oppressive rain. And oppressive it is. The kind of rain that seeps into your clothes, even with an umbrella and rain jacket. Regardless, I am full of delight at being out in the world after a full workweek.
A lady next to me listens to the news so loudly without headphones. We can all hear what she is listening to. Eventually she realizes what she’s doing and turns it down. Passerby are shielded by their umbrellas, their dogs in rubber yellow rain coats. The gloomy clouds remind me of my semester in London, and I wonder why I haven’t been back since that time abroad.
I overhear two girls talk about their plans to go to a museum. I wonder which museum they plan to visit. They must have been walking a lot already, their tiredness palpable by their plopping on a bench as soon as they enter. Although I am only just beginning my day and feeling full of excitement at what the day could bring, I recognize their plop. Our feet get tired here in New York. Even the most orthopedic shoes won’t save us from the pain of repeated step after step around the city.
Outside, I have a perfect view of the cafe’s outdoor dining structure. I see a couple that look a bit bored with each other. They aren’t talking, they’re on their phones. The guy has AirPods in. I am silently judging.
Suddenly they pull up a 3rd chair. Who is joining them, I wonder? They place their sweaters on top of the chair, and lift up their small dog to sit and join them. I hadn’t seen him under the table. They created a cozy, nest-like environment for their pup. Suddenly my heart softens and I smile. It makes me miss my dog who is a 5 minute walk away.
The couple next to me is annoying me because they seem happy and in love. My envy is interrupted when my name is called. My ham and cheese croissant is ready. I pull it out of its little paper envelope and enjoy its buttery flakiness. I keep watching the people come in and out of the cafe, mesmerized by all the lives people are living. I think I am experiencing sonder.
I had brought a book, notepad, pen and all the appropriate rain gear. I planned for a full day out and about, but after I finish my sammie, I just want to go home. The rain is making me sleepy.
I get home and crawl back into my bed with my 72 pound pup. This. This is always a highlight of my week, when I can crawl back into my bed and take a nap with my dog. There is truly, truly, nothing that brings me more joy. The utter coziness, peace and serenity I feel, wrapped in blankets, him at my feet, mid-morning or mid-afternoon is uncanny. I fall asleep thinking how I never want to take these naps for granted. The rain lightly pats against my AC and the city is silent. The daylight seeps gently through my white curtains. The weight of his warm body on my feet makes me feel safe. It makes me feel like everything will be alright. It makes me feel like all is right in the world. And it makes me feel love.
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