Summer Evening Rain in Innsbruck
I walked through the rain in Innsbruck. Jeans soaked to my upper calves. Not wanting to turn back to my hotel. Not wanting to miss a moment. After my reading-while-riding-backward-on-the-train headache wore off, I headed out. The skies threatened. I was not deterred by the sprinkles.
It started out lightly, turned into a torrent, with winds from the mountains. I snuck into an H&M to wait out the storm, not knowing that I had already experienced the worst of it. When I stepped back out, the city and the mountains were more beautiful than should have been possible in a storm like this. But they were. I wanted to walk some more. To walk forever.
Innsbruck’s Hofburg Palace: Rain
Now I’m sitting outdoors, watching more rain, waiting for my feet to magically dry in the chilly summer evening and remembering a line from Four Weddings and a Funeral which I transcribed years before the internet was filled with movie quotes: “There comes a point at which you’re so wet you can’t get any wetter.”
Thankfully, I brought an umbrella, so I can’t really tell you if that quote is true. But my feet would agree.
Self Portrait in the Rain