Be Seeing You

At 7:30 PM I decided that I needed to watch 'The Prisoner'. The library downtown has the episodes on DVD. It was raining substantially outside and I don't have a car. I weighed how much I wanted to see it versus riding my bike 30 minutes each way at night in heavy downpour. 'The Prisoner' won.

I unthinkingly took a route I used to run. I realized I had to go down some one-way streets so I jumped onto the curb. A few blocks later I very nearly plowed directly into the back of an unnoticed dark streetsign. The ensuing adrenaline rush now made it feel like I was coasting downhill, it was so effortless to ride.
I was soaking wet a few minutes after I began. Drenched through three layers of clothing put in place to keep me warm, my bookbag somehow created a direct channel of water to my buttcrack. A constant stream of 38 degree water was tricking between my cheeks for more than half the ride.

The people at the library looked at me strangely. My shoes made squishy noises when I walked up the stairs to the AV department. On the ride home, a taxi blew past me and emptied the contents of a pothole onto me. I was going to get mad until I remembered that it didn't make me any wetter.
My feet were numb in a way I had never experienced completely before. The kind of numb other people talk about but had never made an impression on me. I walked up the steps to my apartment and tripped over many of them with limited proprioception. My clothes made a large puddle on my floor while I showered. It was great.