SummerSimo Travel Troubles Notes and The Purring Page

If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

At the first light of day, when you can’t tell if you’re asleep or awake, I was in a surprising new kind of life. Not as a rich or strong person, but as something way more common—a drop of rain. It wasn’t a life filled with sounds and rushes, but one of quiet watching and just being.

Hanging for a short while in the cold hug of a gray cloud, I was a small looking glass for the ground below. The wide town, the green hug of the woods, and the far, winding streams—all were under me, seen in my small, shiny shape. Then, with a light push from the wind, I started to move.

Falling through the air, all around me turned into a mix of colors and shapes. I felt the awesome push of the breeze, the feeling of no weight. I was a traveler, moved only by the way the air went, a watcher of the big show of life under me.

I slowed down as I got close to the ground, and I didn’t know where I’d end up. Would I touch the bright part of a bloom, meeting with the soft works of nature? Or would I end up on the busy roads of Paris, in the mix of morning life? It looked like my end would be nicer.

I hit the strings of a guitar, held by a street player in a place called Montmartre. The touch made a wave in the air, a sound so clear and new. In that second, I was not just a drop of rain; I was in a tune, a tale told through song about love, joy, and us sharing life.

The player, not knowing the small magic in his music, kept playing. His song pulled in people, different folks who found something common in the music that floated in the air. I stayed there, at the edge of a string, watching as hidden lines of link pulled each other between the unknown.

As the day went on, I felt the sun pull me, a kind ask to go back up. The light warmed me into the air, leaving the guitar, the player, and the people who watched. I went up, with the air you can’t see, a piece of the never-ending water circle that keeps us all alive.

From the cloud to the ground and up again, what I did showed the beauty of things not lasting and how everything is linked. My time as a drop of rain was short, but it was deep in a way that goes beyond time.

In that one day, I saw the strong love for life, the beauty of the world, and how music can bring us together. I was alone and also brought people together, and left a world a little changed after I passed.

As the stars came out, marking the end of my one-time trip, I got it that real wonder isn’t about big things or being in charge, but in simple moments.