spring makes me exuberant
As a side note, Heather B. is the best roommate ever. I was siting here, on the couch, in my wet pants (I rode home in the rain), but I didn't want to move... so she voluntarily brought me my sweatpants from my room. Best. Ever.
Back to the main (intended) point of this post. When I left work today, it was raining, but lightly. A drizzly mist. I stopped along the way to buy hair dye, and when I left the salon, the rain had become less of a drizzle and more of a rain. As I was riding, I was reminded of streaking in the rain with fellow co-opers, and an observer's comment, that he had seen, "A bunch of glistening bodies... it was really beautiful." And so it was.
I'm a little giddy. I'm dealing with shit, but I'm taking a break.
Gawd, I love spring.
Back to the main (intended) point of this post. When I left work today, it was raining, but lightly. A drizzly mist. I stopped along the way to buy hair dye, and when I left the salon, the rain had become less of a drizzle and more of a rain. As I was riding, I was reminded of streaking in the rain with fellow co-opers, and an observer's comment, that he had seen, "A bunch of glistening bodies... it was really beautiful." And so it was.
I'm a little giddy. I'm dealing with shit, but I'm taking a break.
Gawd, I love spring.