Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Nothing Less Than Amazing!


Mood: Happy
Song: Ordinary World - Duran Duran
Cups o' Joe: 1.5 (I'm just getting started!)

Last night I had a dream that I was laying in bed, listening to soft, rolling thunder and the hypnotic white noise of the rain falling on the roof. This morning I woke up to realize that this was no dream! I heard the soft pelting to the rain continue to hit the roof as I opened my front door. Not only is it raining in this dried up dust-bowl, but it is the first morning in a long time that the temperature has been under 85 degrees. In fact, it's a nice, temperate 74 degrees... and what's more: the high today is only supposed to be 81! You have no idea how much I just want to call into work today to enjoy this moment because, hell.... I just know this isn't going to last. It will be a dry 103 day before you know it.

This is such a role reversal. I mean, I come from the second cloudiest city in the United States: Syracuse, N.Y., and I hated it that the sun would show its face only three days out of the year. After living in Las Vegas and Texas for a few years, I have come to understand that I would much rather it be grey and temperate than sunny and hot as hell. I was talking with K and the Nutcase about this yesterday - I remember when there was a time that I actually enjoyed my summers - I wouldn't normally call myself the outdoors type - but I spent a lot of time just hanging out outside when I lived in the northeast, and now, when you step outside, it's as if there's no air!

It's a bit funny to me that most of my ideas of a comforting environment revolve around inclement weather: I like grey, rainy days. I like thunderstorms (outside of Texas, when there is no danger of your house being blown away). And there is nothing like being in your nice, warm house with plenty of popcorn, warm cookies and hot cocoa when it's snowing so hard you can't see across the street! One of my most memorable comforting moments was when K and I were at Oswego, in my dorm room on the 10th floor of Seneca Hall: we had the lights off and we were just there in eachother's arms watching it snow...

and snow...

and snow!