...or, perhaps more accurately, I love getting home and being able to dry my hair and change into warm, dry clothes after getting caught in the rain. It just feels so luxurious.
Goddam right. After a lovely workout partially in the rain (and finishing in the wet-floored gazebo), I am now in my robe, contemplating which soup to have for dinner.
But good lord running in the cold rain was submer-ific.
While sex in the wee hours is very cool, I can't say as I'm a big fan of sweet, tropical drinks. I also got violently ill on a pina collada ice cream (yeah, bleh :P) when i was wee, so that may be contributing.
I was wondering who would dig into the 70's for that reference
agreed. it's amazing how that contrast works in your favor and a good example of how we need the negatives in our lives in order to appreciate the positives. yet, as you clarify, somehow timing, order and context are very important. caught in the rain on the way to work and spending the day damp and musty just makes me irritable.
Like you, like everyone, I was thinking the same thing. The thought of getting home and warming up and how nice it would feel instantly destroyed the pissiness. O light only existing because of darkness, how trite you are, but how true.
Previous
