sky with lighting
we aren’t boring people–you and me–we have far to much drama circling around us but most of the time i’ll say something crazy. really fucking crazy. and you’ll just understand, you get it. and you say that back to me and we go back to whatever boring, no not boring, thing that we were doing before. i’m usually the crazy one. this especially but not necessarily applies to you. and as we watch the same movie–second time in three days–we hear the rain begin (again again, is the sky boring like we are?). you say i feel like standing in the rain. and my eyes light up as i begin to stand. we walk out the door and i kick my shoes back into the house, they’re new for wearing tomorrow. we stand in the rain and the rain falls around us. you know, you say, seattle doesn’t rain like this. it just kind of mists. i say, it sometimes rains like this, it did once when i was there. but, breathe in. you breathe in. i continue, you don’t get that smell in seattle. you love the smell of ozone. me too, we like limes in our water and comfortable couches, sean connery, bad fake accents (ours, because we ahhhhr shhaahhhhn caaaaahnaaaahry.), good music and. “lets go to wi-chi-tah.”