It was pretty much pouring rain when I left this morning. Despite the fact that the freeway was backed up the entire time, and that I was in stop and go traffic all the way to school, I enjoyed it. Why? The rain has its own sort of insulator, its own obscuring quality, and it tends to make the world smaller and more personal. When you are sitting in the car in the rain, it is just you listening to the dull roar of the falling water. All the cars on the street kick up this mist on the freeway, and it persists as a wall around you as you travel.
The clouds are billowing fortress walls now. The air is cool, and everything is alright.
That, and two hips and a hooray for hedonistic Tuesdays.
