it figures that after a week-long case of bad jetlag, the only time when i am finally able to sleep in relatively late is on a day when it's raining. after three years in england my body doesn't seem to be able to comprehend a december without rain; thinks its still back in shoddy manchester, doesn't understand why there's so much sunlight, sharp and bright and blinding. morning rain here makes me oddly happy. there's this distinctive smell in the air, heavy and wet, and the world seems to come to... read more
