Raining cats and dogs

That last night, before I flew away, we tried to make it to my car without an umbrella. We stopped under a green awning, kissed. Kissed. Kissed. Isn’t that the point? These moments. These tiny moments. They make a life. This moment, it could have made my whole life. We finally gave up and ran to the car, ran into the twenty-four hour grocery store, ran into his apartment. Toasted to something, to what, I don’t remember. Toasted to being mostly in love. Toasted to fleeting moments. Toasted to living in the moment. Toasted to a life.