All day it has rained through the soft gray light. I would like to go somewhere, but I'm stuck here. I'm thinking about how nice city streets look in the rain. Here, everything is swallowed in the darkness, and the rain becomes nothing but sound except when it is briefly illuminated by the lights of a passing car. I want to see neon reflected in puddles, and shiny asphalt streaked with green and red and amber from the traffic signals. Trees are nice, but none the worse for a change.
I'm going to go stain my newly-exposed teeth with some tea.