It's cold, wet and not at all sunny...
How could things get any better?!
I love the cold. And I love the wet. This is due in part to growing up in the Southern Highlands but since I don't really like the Highlands at all it's probably because I have a complexion that would make your average vampire look like a tanned surfer.
So I don't really like the sun. Or sunny days in general.
This is reflected in my nocturnal habits. As far as I can tell, I haven't slept for more that 6-7 hours in one night for about a month, because the world doesn't run on the same clock that I do.
So yes...I love the cold and the wet. It's like a night that never never never ever ends. (Five points to the first person who spots the reference there, by the way. Shouldn't be too hard.) To give you some idea...
I got off the train at Redfern, from whence I walked to uni. There was a light sheet of rain, just tangible enough to not be mist. It was bliss. It was like walking around wearing air conditioning. The clouds hanging over my head kept the horrible rays of the sun from burning my skin and from scalding my retinas - one of the great downsides of wearing hard contact lenses is that I basically walk around with magnifying glasses stuck to my eyes. Ever seen a kid use a magnifying glass to burn ants? Welcome to the life of my retinas.
Anyway, it was like walking around at twilight. Which, incidentally, is one of my favourite times of the day. Maybe because it's the beginning of the night...but back to the rain.
When it's falling that lightly, even the slightest gusts of wind can blow it about. Walking straight into the wind, this meant that I had a constant spray on my face. Maybe it taps into some Northern European genetic memory of sea-spray on a ship, I don't know, but that sensation is invigorating. It makes me smile and want to laugh and run around like a little kid, which made going into Latin all the more depressing...until I got back outside.
It wasn't raining as much and I had a sort of lunch, consisting of chocolate muffins and fruit salad with K'gan of the horse warriors and Pixie. It was an interesting, undirected conversation that went from medieval Turks who invented crazy versions of chess through to trips to the state of that region now and various visits to it in the past and future.
All the while through it was raining. So then I went to work and stayed in an archives room for six hours and when I got out the rain had stopped, which was a little disappointing, but the sun was gone and even though I was on George Street and the stars were hidden by city neon it was nighttime, there was a breeze and I was going home.
Now I'm sitting in a couch that eats people, drinking wine and writing rambling posts about why wet weather is good.
Long live living, if living can be this!
I love the cold. And I love the wet. This is due in part to growing up in the Southern Highlands but since I don't really like the Highlands at all it's probably because I have a complexion that would make your average vampire look like a tanned surfer.
So I don't really like the sun. Or sunny days in general.
This is reflected in my nocturnal habits. As far as I can tell, I haven't slept for more that 6-7 hours in one night for about a month, because the world doesn't run on the same clock that I do.
So yes...I love the cold and the wet. It's like a night that never never never ever ends. (Five points to the first person who spots the reference there, by the way. Shouldn't be too hard.) To give you some idea...
I got off the train at Redfern, from whence I walked to uni. There was a light sheet of rain, just tangible enough to not be mist. It was bliss. It was like walking around wearing air conditioning. The clouds hanging over my head kept the horrible rays of the sun from burning my skin and from scalding my retinas - one of the great downsides of wearing hard contact lenses is that I basically walk around with magnifying glasses stuck to my eyes. Ever seen a kid use a magnifying glass to burn ants? Welcome to the life of my retinas.
Anyway, it was like walking around at twilight. Which, incidentally, is one of my favourite times of the day. Maybe because it's the beginning of the night...but back to the rain.
When it's falling that lightly, even the slightest gusts of wind can blow it about. Walking straight into the wind, this meant that I had a constant spray on my face. Maybe it taps into some Northern European genetic memory of sea-spray on a ship, I don't know, but that sensation is invigorating. It makes me smile and want to laugh and run around like a little kid, which made going into Latin all the more depressing...until I got back outside.
It wasn't raining as much and I had a sort of lunch, consisting of chocolate muffins and fruit salad with K'gan of the horse warriors and Pixie. It was an interesting, undirected conversation that went from medieval Turks who invented crazy versions of chess through to trips to the state of that region now and various visits to it in the past and future.
All the while through it was raining. So then I went to work and stayed in an archives room for six hours and when I got out the rain had stopped, which was a little disappointing, but the sun was gone and even though I was on George Street and the stars were hidden by city neon it was nighttime, there was a breeze and I was going home.
Now I'm sitting in a couch that eats people, drinking wine and writing rambling posts about why wet weather is good.
Long live living, if living can be this!