08.01.03 :: 12:53 pm
I stopped at the corner of St. Mark's, waiting for the light, and two girls were standing there already, drenched.
We look over at each other and immediately broke into a fit of giggles.
There is something so utterly ridiculous about standing completely soaking wet in the street with other completely soaking wet strangers.
I remarked to these girls that at that moment, we all knew what everyone looked like in the shower. Except with clothes on.
And there was a sort of vulnerability and awesomeness about that fact that I can't explain.