Imagine if mirrors did not exist. If you knew your appearance only from what you could see of your body and feel of your face. You’d tell each other how beautiful you are. You’d draw each other’s portraits. You’d get up early one morning and go to the edge of a still lake and see your face perfectly reflected and illuminated by the rising sun. My god, you’re so beautiful.
I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.