Sweet Cool Grey

[rejectomorph]

All day the ground wet and the sky overcast, the rain held back. Anticipation raised to delightful power. I once thought that my love of melancholy was the cause of my love for grey days. But now that melancholy no longer has such appeal for me, I love the grey days none the less. I think now that perhaps I love them for their sensuality (cool air on skin, rich scent of damp earth) and for that potential they withhold; the possibility of rain, or of a sudden outburst of sunlight. Anticipation and mystery invigorate the day.

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Yeah...all those things you said

[jaarronn.livejournal.com]

I felt and feel the same things - But I couldn't have written about them so eloquently if I tried for a million years. Even though I've only known you for a very short while, your writings are instantly recognizable (I'd know them anywhere - without your name attached )and deeply moving. Thanks