puddles;
i'm getting used to splashy days again, but rain in this city is duller; less lush than exeter rainstorms. i showered during an exeter rainstorm on saturday; bathroom window open, clouds darkening the sky. and then, as saturday and sunday blurred into an indiscriminate sleeplessness, i lit sparklers in a bus-shelter, staring at the puddles.
of course, i can't wait to go back. four, five hours on a train (train travel is a kind of skewed stasis - you're travelling at high speed, absolutely still) and i can be there again.
but today i have to wander out into the rain that's making crosshatch patterns, smog and water, on the window pane.
{{ we're gonna stay there as long as we think we should }}