Funny. I never thought I'd like pressure washing as much as I did.

I ended up working all this week, at the same garden center that I've worked at for the last...cripes, 3 years maybe?

This little chore I had was simple, but I never thought it'd make my mind race as quickly as it did.

"Hey Brittany, can you do me a favour? If I give you the pressure washer, can you wash off the stones that we just put in under the fence line?"

"Sure thing, it's no problem."

These stones were small, and were neatly set up under the fence in the front, where the shrubs and small trees are kept. After I figured out the pressure washer and everything, I turned it on, and proceeded to wash off the stones.

I was blown away.

Under these plain, sandy brown stones, was a hue of colour; orange, pinks, whites and blues, all assorted stone.

A single fact elated me.

The fact that with a flick of my wrist, a blast of water, I could turn something so plain, so lifeless, into something of colour, of life...I suddenly found myself enjoying the chore even more. So much more, in fact, that I even pressure washed the stones that had found themselves scattered in the driveway.

And yet, there was something else I noticed...something that I should have noticed over the course of my 19 years of aimless wandering on this Earth...have you ever noticed that when the sky is a grey blue, preparing for the storm...the grass and plants seem more colourful, more...filled with vibrancy?

There is a certain beauty here. The way the grass lights up when the sky is no longer happy, ready to weep...the grass, the plants...they are opportunists, waiting for the right time to show their true colours, their true beauty. Sure, it seems a bit cruel waiting for such, and yet ignorance, in this case, is certainly bliss.

7:30pm.

Driving on the highway towards my sister's. The sky is still a grey blue, ready to open up at any moment. And yet...the landscape, the road...there's a certain...glow to the land...I sigh deeply, content with this thought. This sky is beautiful, the glow on the landscape is beautiful...everythi-

A sudden jerk from the car jolts me out of my thoughts. A strong gust of wind had shoved the car, and it jerked in response, snapping me from my thoughts.

You know it's bad when Nature and Machine work together to remind you to keep your eyes on the road.

Of course, I was still in the same lane, pretty much keeping up with everyone else. I glanced quickly at my GPS to check my speed, my speedometer being the usual pain in the ass.

65/65.

Let's see...my GPS is off by 2mph, so that means I'm actually doing 67. Not bad, not bad at all. As much as I would like to increase the speed, I decide against it, the wind not letting up.

Is it still me that makes you sweat,
Am I the one you think about in bed?

Now my ears are actually paying attention to the CD playing in my car. Bunch of older songs on a recent CD I burned. But my thoughts quickly turn to other things.

Such as making another AMV, wondering if I can really stuff a pizza down my throat after just grabbing a burger for dinner, thinking about this writing-

The car jerks again.

The Neon hates it when I'm deep in thought. Although considering all the accidents it went under when my sister drove it, it's understandable.

Wait, I'm giving a car feelings? Damn right I am. This is my world, mine chamber of thoughts.



Indeed I have. But perhaps I shouldn't let my mind wander there just yet.

Drip drop, drip drop.

Ume?

Rain.

Dammit.

Thinking in another language, whilst speaking in another; yep, typical weabo. Not that I'm complaining though. I'm often amused by my own thoughts if they come in a language other than English.

The rain falls against the car, pounding it as if it's the dirtiest thing in the world. Putting the wipers on full power, I find my mind wandering again...

Standing in the rain, taking in the scent, as the grey blue sky weeps gloriously. A part of me wished that I was not only not driving, but that my house wasn't so close to the main road. I have half a mind to run stark naked in the rain, taking care not to slip on the grass and fall into a pile of my dog's...well...shit.

Do you think I listen?
There's no way...

Ah, I love this song. I love it.

"You'll never get to Heaven, if you're scared of getting high..."

Granted, it's not my favorite song, but it's most definitely one that I love to sing to when I'm in the car. As I begin to enter the whole city, my mind wanders again. Dancing, games, anime...anything small tangible thing that captures my mind, I focus for a short while before moving onto the next thought.

My mind begins to race again, thinking of the impossible, of fantasies worth a revisit. I think of how the week's already over, and I'll be off to Canton again in just two days. I think of the walks I could take in the town, I think of-

Call from - Beaver, Home.

Goddammit.

The sister calling, most likely wondering if I'm ever going to show up.

I answer, placing the phone on speaker.

"Sis, I'm almost there. I'll be there in about 5-10 minutes."

"Okay, just letting you know that you can just pull the car into the driveway, and I'll let the dogs back in the house so you can just park in front of the garage and not have to worry about moving the car tomorrow."

"Okay, sure thing. Thanks."

"Alright, see you in a few. Love you sissy!"

"Love you too."

Click.

My mind scrambles to go back to the dream realm, looking for a chance to get back into the groove. But the thoughts are lost, as I'm left having to drive carefully, making sure my car isn't struck on the narrow street.

I get there, I settle down, I watch the sister and boyfriend play games on the TV.

"Hey sis."

I turn to face her.

"What?"

"You do realize that you're going back to Canton already Sunday, right?"

"......"

A quick thought, brushed aside.

"Don't remind me."