Coffee: Bolivian Medium-Dark, Trader Joe’s Brand
I’m convinced you can only love someone in the rain. Rain condenses your world. You have to think about where you’re stepping, whose hand you’re holding. There’s too much pressure to pick a direction in the sun.
A guy in a neon rain slick works phone cables in the parking lot. He’s whistling.
Dead meat steam meets him. A Mexican restaurant, lamps on, lunch tables.
I’m smelling cooked skin and car oil.
The radio tells me what it’s like being dry. NPR stories. But I’ve just got this space, this space, this space…
Lovely shadows of winter trees in every puddle; I’m over there, running to find you.
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Currently Reading: Nothing! Done with Cherry, still deciding on the next book.
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Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality. Rain has the power to hypnotize. – Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun