It was around 2am on the 12th of July.The rain had just stopped.The whole street was shining like someone poured glass over it. Every light bounced back at us twice.
I was with my friend.We were not supposed to be out.We were supposed to be asleep with phones on charge and tomorrow on our minds.But the night felt too good to waste.So we walked.
The air was cool and clean.It smelled like wet soil and possibility.Streetlights made everything green and soft like the world had turned down the volume just for us.Our shadows stretched long on the wet road.One of us was still holding an umbrella even though there was no rain left.The other shadow walked close.That was enough.We did not need to talk much.
We laughed for no reason.We splashed in small puddles on purpose because we could.We took the long way home even though there was a short way.Cars were gone.Noise was gone.It was just us and the sound of water dripping from leaves onto the road.
There was one yellow leaf on the ground.Small and bright.It looked out of place and perfect at the same time like it had been waiting for us to notice it.
The world was asleep,but the rain saw
was not posted.It was just a wet road a streetlight,two people had the courage to stay out late when no one was watching.
Some memories are loud.This one was soft.The rain kept the secret.And now it is ours to remember,whenever we need to feel young again.
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