I love the cold.
I love the rain, I love its incessant pitter patter and the damp, slightly musty scent that follows it.
The struggle from shelter to vulnerability. Nothing can really be more exciting in a dull day than one filled with a small adventure.
A tiny adventure. An adventure that is only noticable when you see your shoes are soaked, your hair frizzy.
But isn't that the fun in it?
Oh, I want to leave California and move to Seattle...
12.17.2008
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