I tend to run the quickest when in heels. When I dress up, I am someone else—a constant creation. I remember the night in a little black dress with my faux-leather platform boots. I looked like I was down to kill with my hair down and that dress that loved to ride up. In the night sky it rained hard and my girlfriends and I ran as fast as we could in the rain. It was a joyful night. The opportunity to fall from grace in a couple of steps with our bodies and hair drenched in the heaven’s tears was all the opportunity needed. Rain, rain, rain. I never wanted it to stop. Filled with the ecstasy of the world, of Mother Nature, that set our eyes to kill.
My piercing laugh pierced my heart and my ears. I needed the coolness of the night sky under the moon to keep my fiery temper in check. The cool water kept the fires in my body subsided, but gave space to a new flame—cold and unstoppable. The fires inside my head tormented me with a pleasure of the world. My friends were just as incandescent. Those beautiful women who flew in the rain, with feet that made a sharp, but powerful sound in the puddles were all and are all sisters to me. We shared a fire, differently, and burned from the inside out, outside in the pouring rain.
Drop after drop was landing on my eyelashes and I took off my glasses and ran without care. I did not stop to breathe, I did not stop to rest, but I ran backwards and forwards until I reached an adequate destination. I held on to the cord sharing my essence with that of my sisters and we maintained an energy that was endless throughout the hours of the night.