Let's go back to a zen moment.. Summers humid heat was in full force that day. I met my dad at the bicycle days festival in the small downtown.
We stop to smoke a cigarette at the empty water fountain and I glance around at all the characters that have gathered in the center of town.
My dad finds us a seat under a canopy that has a few picnic tables under it. The summer heat starts to give way to a constant breeze and the small temperature change is welcomed .
I wait in line for lemonade and a elephant ear, both cost $5 each.
I go back to sit with my dad and I watch him tell children how he lost his leg to a shark and do they want to feel the stump , they don't.
Sitting across from me is a man probably in his 40's staring and smiling at me like I remind him of a girl he raped and has buried in his backyard.
He is making an attempt to flirt but his small talk comes out silly and weird. Even my dad is looking at this guy like, what the fuck.
I am so entertained by my new weirdo I hadn't noticed the storm that has suddenly taken over the atmosphere . In an instant the storm is in full blast.
High winds blowing rain in every direction has set off a panic at the festival.
Mothers are running with their children's feet barely touching the ground, people pressed against brick walls under awnings.
Me , I sit laughing harder than I have in years, bringing pinches of elephant ear to my mouth, the cinnamon and sugar already melted from the wet.
I find the whole scene comical and I laugh mechanically with the rain.