Saturday, April 18, 2009
i thought that i was the resilient succulent with great pride of my reliance on none and my defiance of the lack-ofs. yet, now i am besotted with rain and rethinking my viewpoint entirely. there really isn't anything better than waking up to rain, except for going to bed to the sound of rain and waking up to it, as well.
at six this morning, i found myself in my english pajamas (come to think of it, they are probably made in china) and my favorite striped galoshes (which are probably made next door to the pajamafactory) from one of my favorite someones and rethinking splashguards in the gardenbeds against the house in the dark with a cup of coffee in the other hand.
splashguards = rain
rain = happy
happy = candles at four in the afternoon
candles at four in the afternoon = tea chased with jameson's
tea chased with jameson's = blaring of rufus wainwright
blaring of rufus wainwright = equaled blaring of nikka costa
equaled blaring of nikka costa = painting in the green room
painting in the green room = a perfectly wonderful saturday evening
one could say that
splashguards = a perfectly wonderful saturday evening
at 6 am in the morning.