This morning when I woke up it was raining. But it wasn't that sort of soothing Bob Dylan "Lay Lady Lay" rain as much as it was like Pink Floyd's "Welcome to the Machine," filled with artificial thunder crashes and a rush of sweeping wind that eventually leads into the synthesizer ostinato and opening verses.
When you look out the window on mornings like this the sky is nothing but gunmetal gray wheatfields that make it feel like the day ahead of you is being photographed on black and white film, and the combination of it all makes it really hard to want to get out of bed at all.
Not that I'm complaining. I love the sound of rain falling outside the window and on top of the roof. It's just that sometimes it creates a sense of comfort that even the most grating of alarm clock tones can't disturb. My apartment is really old, so weather like that always brings out a symphony of muted creaks and pops from my walls, almost as if the apartment itself is a forest settling in the night.
Of course the worry is still there. No ocean moves without waves. But sometimes when the moon is shaded and the rain comes down in alternating washes of noise and color, it feels like you could sleep there forever.
So many things in my world are uncertain and strange..
When you look out the window on mornings like this the sky is nothing but gunmetal gray wheatfields that make it feel like the day ahead of you is being photographed on black and white film, and the combination of it all makes it really hard to want to get out of bed at all.
Not that I'm complaining. I love the sound of rain falling outside the window and on top of the roof. It's just that sometimes it creates a sense of comfort that even the most grating of alarm clock tones can't disturb. My apartment is really old, so weather like that always brings out a symphony of muted creaks and pops from my walls, almost as if the apartment itself is a forest settling in the night.
It's like a blanket, orI really like being there. It's quiet (well, most of the time), so sometimes in the middle of the night it's like you're not really in the middle of a busy city, or transitional period, or deepening crisis at all. It's like you're on an island in the middle of a quiet ocean all alone, drifting without worry.
a lover curled close.
Of course the worry is still there. No ocean moves without waves. But sometimes when the moon is shaded and the rain comes down in alternating washes of noise and color, it feels like you could sleep there forever.
So many things in my world are uncertain and strange..
But I really do love this place.
[Listening to: PiL, "Poptones"]
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