This is...

This is you.

Eyes closed, out in the rain.
You never thought you'd be doing something like this.
You never saw yourself as,
l don't know how you'd describe it, as...
like one of those people
who like looking up at the moon,
or who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or...
I guess you know what kind of people l'm talking about

Maybe you don't

Anyway, you kinda...
you kinda like it being like this,
fighting the cold
and feeling the water seep through your shirt
and getting through to your skin.
And the feel of the ground
growing soft beneath your feet
and the smell.

And the sound of the rain hitting the leaves.
All the things they talk about in the books that you haven't read.

This is you.

Who would have guessed it?

You.


"My Life Without Me" by Isabel Coixet (2003)