rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


It is not actually raining, or drizzling, or misty tonight. Just sort of wet. The trees are dripping, the pavements glistening, as though the world had broken out in a cold sweat. Well, that metaphor doesn't look quite as pleasant as the reality does, but I suppose you catch my drift. It is damp.

The sky is dark except for a small patch of silver glowing where the moon can't quite break through the clouds. I find it very pleasant. It reminds me, though, that, when I was a child, I was afraid of the dark. If my parents had known how much I would grow to love it, they would probably not have discouraged my fear. I'm sure they disapproved of the late hours I was keeping by the time I was in my teens.

But I am glad I outgrew my fear of the dark. Now, night is my favorite time. And the things I fear most are probably runny cheese and flat beer. Oh, yes; and computers!

  • Reset Thirty-Five, Day Fifteen

    Well, I did it again with the midnight napping thing. Even though I got to sleep before sunrise Tuesday, I still ended up short of sleep because I…

  • Reset Thirty-Five, Day Fourteen

    Monday was sunny but cool, and I've sat here for two hours nodding off without thinking of a singe pertinent thing to say. I've been very tired, and…

  • Reset Thirty-Five Day Thirteen

    Sunday got very, very wet. It was raining when I went to sleep around eight o'clock in the morning and raining when I got up around four o'clock in…

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.