A warm rain pelted shimmering silver drops visible under the streetlights. The grass on the back down to the brook turned into one big speed slide. We weren’t the first or the only ones whoopin’ and hollerin’ as we ran barefoot on the grass, flopped down and slid into the creek.
Being up to mischief is more fun in a group. Nobody had time for the musty stuff. Adrenalin brought out the rush of exhilaration; we were having too much fun for either fight or flight.
When the rain stopped, we headed home. Hair plastered to our heads, shirts and extra skin layer, arms wrapped around each other. Spontaneity just felt good. Next time you have an opportunity, act on a whim. Nothing is more important that living and loving.
THE END
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