Alone (and mind you I was not truly alone in the absolute sense of the word), unabridged, free (I've lived in a free country so far, so what is this freedom all about?) in the falling rain - like there was no worry, no other feeling, nothing to think about, nothing to care about, nothing but me in the rain. And probably it wasnt even me - because being me is in itself a restriction, a binding.
A fleeting moment of absolute freedom - from the essence of my surroundings, and yet the freedom arose partly from the surroundings. Was it a play of nature, or just a play of my mind. Was this what is truly called freedom into another realm?
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