thoughts onto Nortopia

Here’s to you, on this summer’s rainy day. Sitting behind a glass as always. Raindrops crash their humid bodies against it, then slowly fade into the glass in my hands. It is a strange sight to watch the rainfall this time of the year. The elderly neighbors complain about the weather going mad. I can hear their voices from the apartment downstairs rising against the falling rain like the heat from the pavement. I can see it like a mist rising somewhere along with my thoughts. I wander if these thoughts will fade or reach into the sky dabbling into the clouds that traverse the air. They will journey, existing somewhere and I will forget all about them. Then one day just as the rain touches my head they will find themselves back inside my head. All of them I so desperately tried to get rid off. All it takes is a rain, like this one, on this summer day. Probably the fact too that anytime this happens I like to get soaking wet, rather than hear my neighbors complain. Just walk in the mist covered pavements with strange thoughts evaporating through them, tracing my walking figure and getting back at me trough the pouring rain.

The rain keeps on tapping on the roofs of the houses on my street and as anyone would wish for the sun I always wish for anything to take place this day. As I finish this wish I can feel the soft breeze stroking my extended face. Soon this caress will carry its hand across the city. I then plug the earphones into my ears so deep I can listen to the music coming out of my mouth and accelerate according to the rhythm into the rain swept streets.

And the wind keeps on waltzing through the trees in an increasing tempo. Growing wild in that Bowie song in my ears. I try to focus on the wind and leave aside all the other lyrics in the song. Maybe the wind will take away this physical attraction. Maybe I would use one natural phenomenon to avoid another. The wind breaks through everything. I can almost see it breaking through and into houses entering through the half open window shutters, lifting angry neighbors and plunging them on the street before it breaks into music and they start dancing their way on the pavement like a Fred Astaire musical. I retract the headphones thinking I have been watching too many happy American movies until I am brainwashed into dealing with wanting and hoping. I turn in the first corner I see past the lady from the 3^rd floor doing a pirouette and into the part of the street that still holds the rain. Somewhere where I will fill my head with strange alien thoughts again.

Behind the rain suddenly I see the mythical Nortopia rising through the clouds, somewhere far in the distant North. That’s my way. All eventually lead there and into the realization that people never grow. They still remain children but only games readjust to suit their needs. Nortopia: the magical kingdom, where realizations seem to happen. Where I can realize what infatuation means. Where I can translate this rain into millions of small hands touching me. Where I can see that there can only be one moment and a moment alone where this moment can be shared then it is forever gone without the certainty that it is will be the most important moment passing. Where I can understand that confirming oneself is more important than sharing a breath. Where a circle completes its turn into realizations and all end just so you can flip the page into a new fairytale.

Here’s to you on this summer’s rainy day wherever a rain may find you.