Kundalini and the Art of Being ... 1find it completely soaked all the way through, literally dripping wet.
I realized that I would have been lucky to see morning if I had tried
to sleep outside that night.
He cooked up some instant soup, we watched some satellite TV,
and then I slept warm, dry and content beside the crackling fire. The
next morning, I packed up my dry belongings and he drove me down
the road a little ways to a pull-off. I thanked him profusely and then
continued hitching towards Highway 101. From there I headed south
and arrived finally at my mom’s house that evening, grateful for the
simple pleasure of a warm shower.