falling on my face like a memory

[ironymaiden]

the rain, the rain, the rain. i didn't understand just how much i missed it. i love the sound and the smell and the bite in the air, the way it shakes the leaves and redraws swirls of sediment on the way to a drain and patters on my face and slowly soaks my hair.

i feel incredible, past the point where i have the power to describe it. yesterday and today (so far) i'm wide awake early without extra sleep, i'm energetic without being interested in food. like i have enough extra to blow a transformer or destroy my enemies with my mind.

i went on a walk in the rain yesterday afternoon and played in the fountains outside the opera house. it's the world's largest, cleanest mudpuddle. i'm willing to give up the sensation of mud between my toes in exchange for a reflective wall that lets me watch the arc of the drops following a sweeping kick across my body.

it's cool enough that i need to be wrapped in my big robe and i'm thinking thoughts of making tea, among other things.

Comments

[varina8.livejournal.com]

My sentiments exactly! I've spent the morning, windows ajar, wrapped up in my funkiest old cashmere cardigan, drinking tea and reading about the flu pandemic of 1918.