the importance of being earnest
Sep. 20th, 2002 02:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauralhI was unspeakably happy yesterday morning when I saw that it was grey and cool outside. This is why I live in Seattle, so I can dwell on the melancholic sublimity of the wet autumn. And have an excuse to drink lattes after sunset.
I spent most of last fall walking back and forth between Nick's apartment and the Redmond Town Center to get groceries, watch movies, read books, and go to cafes. The cold weather puts me on edge sometimes, but in a good way. The way that makes me want to dance in the wind, breathe deeply and feel alive.
And occasionally to beat people up, although more often I want to kiss a boy while the leaves swirl around in the wind, all cheeze and hollywood-like. The weather makes me wish I were in a movie, the slow French kind that goes on for hours with nothing happening till about 20 minutes to the end - at which point it all comes to a head.
I spent most of last fall walking back and forth between Nick's apartment and the Redmond Town Center to get groceries, watch movies, read books, and go to cafes. The cold weather puts me on edge sometimes, but in a good way. The way that makes me want to dance in the wind, breathe deeply and feel alive.
And occasionally to beat people up, although more often I want to kiss a boy while the leaves swirl around in the wind, all cheeze and hollywood-like. The weather makes me wish I were in a movie, the slow French kind that goes on for hours with nothing happening till about 20 minutes to the end - at which point it all comes to a head.
