Thursday, January 22, 2009

Blame it on the Weatherman

I've realized that I talk about the weather more than almost anyone I know. I know it's the cliche topic from like movies and books, but you know what... it really works. You can talk about the weather with just about anyone. And I do. I also spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about the weather. Whenever nothing else is going on (especially if I'm outside) I find myself thinking about weather. Today I decided that my perspective on the weather is not exactly what one would call normal; but hey--I grew up in Seattle, so it's not all my fault right??

So this morning I woke up, went to class lah-dee-dah. Came out of class to walk home to an abysmally grey sky. Like, we're talking the sky is falling grey. And the rain. Did I mention the rain?? So as I walked home, I could have been feeling more than slightly irritated... after all, I was wearing my suede clogs; and my jeans drag on the ground so they end up being wet up to my knees; not to mention the fact that my hair was drenched so I would have to shower and blow it dry inorder to look normal again.

Instead, when I walked outside I got that dopey little grin I sometimes have and thought, "mmm, home." As I passed my people walking to campus they probably thought I was slightly crazy. As everyone is probably a little bit grumpy and annoyed--I'm grinning at greyness. I tend to think of it as more of a toddler's security blanket. The sky wraps me up in it's grey little arms. I am home.


  1. I feel the smae way about rain.

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  2. I would have to agree. I do really enjoy the rain. I love to fall asleep to it. But seeing how we grew up in the same place, that isn't too suprising.