Rain Days
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I have come to the distinct realization that New Jersey, at least the Bergen County side of it, is the polar opposite of a dog. This was brought to my attention last night after I brought my dog in from the rain. A wet dog in general does not have a pleasing smell, a wet New Jersey however has the descency to smell fairly good, even to the point of pleasing to the olfactory senses. I'm not sure what it is, maybe the rain was able to cut through the smog, and toxic air that surrounds this fair (cough cough) state, and managed to give everyone the chance to breath without fear of catching some rare disease that's lingering in the air.
The day after a rainstorm always seemed mystical to me. Something in the air is always different; it has a euphoric quality in it. The air is alive with excitement and electricity. The air seems to hold these little tiny sparks that are just waiting to go off. For me it's impossible to do anything indoors on days like today. I'm completly content to be carried to my car by this mystical force and just take off in any direction. I feel the urge to drive towards the horizon in an attempt to catch those last fading strands of sunlight. On so very few days like this I actually take a step back and not mind living in the garden state. It's weird these moments when I hold some form of respect? No no, definitely not that. Enjoyment? Complacency? Tolerance? Yes that last one will due. It's weird these moment when I hold some tolerance for NJ makes me feel like I'm getting soft in my old age. Eh, I'm sure I'll be back to my old sarcastic self in no time.
::This is LanceWolfe getting the point already and finally updating his journal::
I have come to the distinct realization that New Jersey, at least the Bergen County side of it, is the polar opposite of a dog. This was brought to my attention last night after I brought my dog in from the rain. A wet dog in general does not have a pleasing smell, a wet New Jersey however has the descency to smell fairly good, even to the point of pleasing to the olfactory senses. I'm not sure what it is, maybe the rain was able to cut through the smog, and toxic air that surrounds this fair (cough cough) state, and managed to give everyone the chance to breath without fear of catching some rare disease that's lingering in the air.
The day after a rainstorm always seemed mystical to me. Something in the air is always different; it has a euphoric quality in it. The air is alive with excitement and electricity. The air seems to hold these little tiny sparks that are just waiting to go off. For me it's impossible to do anything indoors on days like today. I'm completly content to be carried to my car by this mystical force and just take off in any direction. I feel the urge to drive towards the horizon in an attempt to catch those last fading strands of sunlight. On so very few days like this I actually take a step back and not mind living in the garden state. It's weird these moments when I hold some form of respect? No no, definitely not that. Enjoyment? Complacency? Tolerance? Yes that last one will due. It's weird these moment when I hold some tolerance for NJ makes me feel like I'm getting soft in my old age. Eh, I'm sure I'll be back to my old sarcastic self in no time.
::This is LanceWolfe getting the point already and finally updating his journal::