I’m at a Starbucks and the rain is falling and my coffee isn’t quite as hot as I wanted it to be. I went to another coffee shop before this. They turned the lights on bright, ruined the mood. I don’t understand why people fight the rain.
When I lived in Shanghai, I went to a bar. It was midnight and dark and foggy. They were playing happy music on a Tuesday night. I didn’t get it. I wanted to embrace the mood. Listen to sad songs. Slow piano. Acoustic songs about heartbreak and love lost and dying youth. Doing the opposite felt like denial.