Wet Rock
There is no smell in the world quite so wonderful to me as wet stone. Waking up to a grey day is intensely invigorating.
There is no smell in the world quite so wonderful to me as wet stone. Waking up to a grey day is intensely invigorating.
So, I went to another board game party with coworkers, this time at Aaron’s. It was great fun, there was Settlers, beer, guitar, geeking out. The best bit came, however, at the end: it was THUNDERING by the time we all left, so Theban drove all of us as far as he could manage (except …
I love the weather here; the snow has been coming down all day, and it’s magical outside. I could deal with a lovely long winter, I think; though this has had days like hiking in a t-shirt on my birthday (January 19) and an interlude in Africa… Speaking of which, I hope people have liked …
Wow, what a way to wake up. Zero to sixty, as it were. A guaranteed way to have me feel awake on the greyest of days is to have snow, snow and more snow coming down.