Between the Rain and the Noise

I wake up to rain, not the heavy, miserable kind, but a soft, steady fall.

The kind that feels refreshing. Cleansing.

Like the world is quietly rinsing itself clean.

I pick up my phone and start scrolling. Just a quick look, I tell myself. But the longer I stay there, the heavier it feels. Everything looks like it’s shifting, like the world is tilting in ways that are hard to understand.

It’s unsettling.

And yet… most of us just keep going.

We make coffee.

We fold washing.

We answer emails.

We live inside the small, immediate day in front of us.

It makes me wonder, is the world actually changing that much?

Or has it always been like this, and now it’s just delivered straight to us, all at once, before we’ve even had a chance to wake up properly?

It’s Saturday.

I have work I could do.

Things waiting on that computer. But the thought of turning it on again feels like giving the day away. Like trading something quiet and real for something that can wait.

There’s cleaning to do too, always is. But I don’t want to spend today chasing tasks either. I don’t want to look back and feel like I used up a perfectly good day on things that don’t really matter.

So here I am, sitting in the in-between.

Not wanting to work. Not wanting to clean. Not quite sure what the right choice is.

Maybe there isn’t one.

Maybe the answer is simpler than I’m making it, just get up, have a shower, and let the day unfold from there.

See where it goes.

Let the rain do its thing.