Here I am rounding out the hotter part of the year, looking outside its seems like its going to rain, and I like that, it half fills my cup of wanting to live in Seattle… or Bergen, Norway, I love the cold.
It makes sense that I’d love the cold. Every year it is given to me as an insurmountable series of cold fronts in late October, killing the sunburning star. We learn to love what we are force fed on ‘our days’.
… and looking out the window, I wish again to enjoy the rain.
