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rejectomorph) wrote2003-11-29 06:16 am
rejectomorph) wrote2003-11-29 06:16 am
More Wetness
As I expected, a pleasant rain has been falling of and on all night, but it is not as cold as I thought it would be. Were it not for the smell of decaying leaves, the night would feel more spring-like than autumnal. Ma snacks have been in keeping with the season, though, with pomegranate, walnuts, cinnamon toast and spiced herb tea. All I need is a persimmon and some dates, and I will be ready for December.
Between drizzles, the air remains misty. The tiny drops that land on my skin tingle refreshingly, as though the air had been carbonated. I enjoy walking in the mist, though it doesn't take long for my hair and clothing to become damp, and drops of water soon trickle under my collar. When I return to the warm house, I am surrounded by the scent of wet cloth as the dampness evaporates. I have to dry off a bit before returning to my room, where Sluggo sits in the chill, next to the open window. Then I can listen to the sound of raindrops blending with the sound of the keyboard. It's not a bad way to spend a night.
Between drizzles, the air remains misty. The tiny drops that land on my skin tingle refreshingly, as though the air had been carbonated. I enjoy walking in the mist, though it doesn't take long for my hair and clothing to become damp, and drops of water soon trickle under my collar. When I return to the warm house, I am surrounded by the scent of wet cloth as the dampness evaporates. I have to dry off a bit before returning to my room, where Sluggo sits in the chill, next to the open window. Then I can listen to the sound of raindrops blending with the sound of the keyboard. It's not a bad way to spend a night.