Summer rain

Yesterday I went for a walk in the rain. I don't mind summer rain, on the other hand there is something very nice about it. I walked to a part of the forest I had never been before and I decided that I am going to check that area out more when it dries up a bit more, there was a nice wall I look forward to climb. Not though enough to require equipment but should be enough of a challange to be fun. Then on the way back I managed to stumble and fall on the gravel road. I don't mind the pain, on the other hand I quite like it, reminds me that I am alive and it was a pretty cool fall. One of those dive and roll falls. But the fact that I fell nagged me a bit, I didn't stumble at something, it was just that I had lost myself in what I was thinking about and that is generally stupid to do. I am practically raised in the forest, I shouldn't do stupid mistakes like that. And then I ended up walking home in the rain, covered in mud and blood, listening to Rammstein, muttering to myself in a mix of English, German and Chinese. And something just felt very symbolic about that. And then I went and washed the blood and the mud of in the river, while I don't mind blood or rain, I mind mud. Hate being covered in it.

Today I started working on my character for the larp I am going to. And I discovered Emigrate, not great but ok. It's growing on me.