home and dry

thursday 28th november 2002 @ 22:51

short and slightly tedious trip behind me, although the stormy weather and desolate rural lanes were strangely calming. to wake in the night in such thick darkness, is unnerving at first, then comforting like a heavy blanket. the stars are always bright there, with no city lights to outshine them.

back home the rain is continuous it seems, though i would happily prowl the streets like a cat on heat. if i had a garden, i would walk out barefoot and feel the cool trickles on my skin, taste the energy on my tongue and make wishes under the sky.

but i don't. and my boots are still wet. so i stay home. and dream of a hundred places i could be instead. and a handful of people i wish were here.