It’s my 23rd birthday and Hurricane Sandy is my birthday companion. With all her wind, rain, and glory. But I’m not complaining. I like the steady sound of rain, and the autumn leaves twirling, and the branches squealing. I like it all. I wish all my birthdays could be welcomed with dreary, gray skies juxtaposed by bold, vibrant colors of the foliage. Sunny days are well and good, but there’s something mysterious and romantic about the fog and the pitter-patter and the gusty presence of a storm. I’m happy my birthday falls in Sandy’s path this year. Even though it’s a Monday.
Monday, October 29, 2012
birthdays and rainy days
It’s my 23rd birthday and Hurricane Sandy is my birthday companion. With all her wind, rain, and glory. But I’m not complaining. I like the steady sound of rain, and the autumn leaves twirling, and the branches squealing. I like it all. I wish all my birthdays could be welcomed with dreary, gray skies juxtaposed by bold, vibrant colors of the foliage. Sunny days are well and good, but there’s something mysterious and romantic about the fog and the pitter-patter and the gusty presence of a storm. I’m happy my birthday falls in Sandy’s path this year. Even though it’s a Monday.
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