Damn it, rain. Why did you have to leave so soon? We could have had something beautiful together.
The rain never left. It's in the atmosphere already, as water vapor. It just hasn't condensed into a liquid form yet. Rain never really goes away, if you think about it, unless you happen to be in space, where there is no water.
Don't worry. It'll be gray and gloomy again before you know it!
Winterman is coming through the forest down to his Chrimbus cave inside the woods. Now's the time to tell him everything you want inside your Chrimbus bush!
I was just standing in line at Dutch Bros. to get an iced green tea with passion fruit (which, incidentally, is the shit), and the guy in front of me gave me a wink, a tongue click, and a "Hiya dollface".
Dollface? Wow. What is he, a 1940s mobster? I think he must have left his zoot suit at home.
The good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge. Neither love without knowledge, nor knowledge without love can produce a good life. - Bertrand Russell A herring's blog Johari / Nohari
Do sensors make the greatest writers? Does music address the more fundamental things in life? Is adolescence of all the phases of the life span the greatest? Is having the experience as important as being able to speak of it afterwards? Are memories reconstructions and more fantasy than fact? Are the most important things of a single life time for the person living it mundane in contrast to greater scheme of things and is that the essence of "to be or not to be" in any case?
Such a whirl wind of thought. And why could I not spell whirl just now?