Happy.
The sky is blue(*), I ache from head to toe, and I am happy. Cheerful. Ebullient. This is a strange feeling for me, and I love it.
It's even cooler...
...because I have bruises up and down my left arm from the harder part of the climb. Bruises from creekwalking (or other fun physical activity) are, for me, like bruises from sex - sort of a souvenir that carries a little of the adrenaline with it. They make me remember being all revved up, and thus they make me happy.
(*)Rochester is not normally blue-skied(**), but the blue that comes on our few sunny days is really, really worth it. It's a colour I wish I could bottle... I wish I could wear it, even though I look horrid in pastels it, hug it, paint my walls in it. It's a happy colour.
(**)Coming back to Rochester from my baby cousin's(***) wedding last year, we noted that we were driving into the cloud bank. Other people have noted it flying into Rochester as well. We are a good city for those who hate the daystar.
(***)She's 26.
It's even cooler...
...because I have bruises up and down my left arm from the harder part of the climb. Bruises from creekwalking (or other fun physical activity) are, for me, like bruises from sex - sort of a souvenir that carries a little of the adrenaline with it. They make me remember being all revved up, and thus they make me happy.
(*)Rochester is not normally blue-skied(**), but the blue that comes on our few sunny days is really, really worth it. It's a colour I wish I could bottle... I wish I could wear it, even though I look horrid in pastels it, hug it, paint my walls in it. It's a happy colour.
(**)Coming back to Rochester from my baby cousin's(***) wedding last year, we noted that we were driving into the cloud bank. Other people have noted it flying into Rochester as well. We are a good city for those who hate the daystar.
(***)She's 26.