Rain

It seems like the older you get the less time you spend doing things that you thought were "fun" when you were little, like making mud pies, rolling down a hill, spinning around and around and around until you fell down, or playing in the rain.

Sunday it was just like you were when you were younger. The hot air all around you with sweet drops of cool falling. You were drenched instantly but you didn't care, because for that moment all there was, was a freedom and liberty that you only experience when you were younger. You could do anything and it didn't care because in that moment nothing could harm you.

Eventually the fun stopped, as it always does, but man for those small brief moments I felt like I was 5 again running around without a care in the world.