3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine… it’s not just for
3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine... it's not just for breakfast anymore.
Where did this weather come from? It is pouring down rain outside after a beautiful, sunny morning. I like the rain... when I can appreciate the environment it provides... the sound, the feeling, change of textures and consistencies when everything gets wet. I don't like the rain when I'm sitting at my desk looking out the window and I hear nothing, I feel nothing, I see gray and icky. Yeah, I know... I'm weird. I'm a touchy-feely kinda of person. I think tasting your food is only a portion of the experience of eating. What does the food feel like in your mouth? What sounds do you hear while you are eating it? That's why I hate to go out to places with no "atmosphere". It sounds so trendy to say, but it has a genuine meaning to me. Sometimes, I'll find myself slowly touching something (like the grain of the wood on a table top) and not even realize until that point that I was lost in analyzing it... spooky. Anyhoo, looking at the shiny oil film on top of polluted downtown puddles and watching rain bounce off of the rusted window ledges covering the adjacent building's facing side is not my idea of a pleasant view. Raindrop ker-plunks making a stormy chaos on top of a woodland pond or watching the pattern of the wind in waves of surface texture just off the beach seems so much more appealing. I hope that this clears up before I leave for the day. (sigh...)
Where did this weather come from? It is pouring down rain outside after a beautiful, sunny morning. I like the rain... when I can appreciate the environment it provides... the sound, the feeling, change of textures and consistencies when everything gets wet. I don't like the rain when I'm sitting at my desk looking out the window and I hear nothing, I feel nothing, I see gray and icky. Yeah, I know... I'm weird. I'm a touchy-feely kinda of person. I think tasting your food is only a portion of the experience of eating. What does the food feel like in your mouth? What sounds do you hear while you are eating it? That's why I hate to go out to places with no "atmosphere". It sounds so trendy to say, but it has a genuine meaning to me. Sometimes, I'll find myself slowly touching something (like the grain of the wood on a table top) and not even realize until that point that I was lost in analyzing it... spooky. Anyhoo, looking at the shiny oil film on top of polluted downtown puddles and watching rain bounce off of the rusted window ledges covering the adjacent building's facing side is not my idea of a pleasant view. Raindrop ker-plunks making a stormy chaos on top of a woodland pond or watching the pattern of the wind in waves of surface texture just off the beach seems so much more appealing. I hope that this clears up before I leave for the day. (sigh...)
touchy feely eh? hmm makes me think
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