rain
it's Feb. 6th in NY, and it's 50 degrees and raining. i used to love rain, and I still do I guess, but it makes me feel old for some reason. maybe it's the barometric pressure, or that my joints ache. old.
this weather makes me remember the brief self-imposed exile (6 months?) when I lived in Arcata, CA. oh, i loved Arcata.
this weather reminds me of when i was poor by choice, when i worked as a chambermaid (the awesomeness of pure, mindless physical labor that knocks your ass out at bedtime), of not having money to do ANYTHING other than curl up in my futon (with the best boycat that ever existed) to read a book, of when candles were my only real luxury.
i remember how the rain there could last for weeks, soaking everything and leaving a thick blanket of coastal fog settled out in the redwoods.
i remember going to the beach in August, and it being freezing cold with the fine mist that comes from the ocean and sky combined.
i remember that being poor sucked, but it didn't, because it meant that i was free. the rain was my only comfort during that time that i needed to 'find myself'.
i remember going to Hey Juan's for the best veggie burrito ever.
i remember potluck dinners with new friends and going to the river to swim naked and free.
i remember how content i was; probably the most content that i've ever been.
i really should have never left.
this weather makes me remember the brief self-imposed exile (6 months?) when I lived in Arcata, CA. oh, i loved Arcata.
this weather reminds me of when i was poor by choice, when i worked as a chambermaid (the awesomeness of pure, mindless physical labor that knocks your ass out at bedtime), of not having money to do ANYTHING other than curl up in my futon (with the best boycat that ever existed) to read a book, of when candles were my only real luxury.
i remember how the rain there could last for weeks, soaking everything and leaving a thick blanket of coastal fog settled out in the redwoods.
i remember going to the beach in August, and it being freezing cold with the fine mist that comes from the ocean and sky combined.
i remember that being poor sucked, but it didn't, because it meant that i was free. the rain was my only comfort during that time that i needed to 'find myself'.
i remember going to Hey Juan's for the best veggie burrito ever.
i remember potluck dinners with new friends and going to the river to swim naked and free.
i remember how content i was; probably the most content that i've ever been.
i really should have never left.