Conversation about the weather
is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
Yes, I get what Oscar is trying to say here, but this weather is really very strange.
I woke up this morning and the windows were all steamed up and foggy, like those of an old Caddy on Lover’s Lane.
I went outside and it was like walking through a cloud. All my photographs looked as though I was shooting through gauze.
That’s because my lens was all fogged up. I wiped it clean and things went better.
If you go to the Baltimore Aquarium, you can ride an escalator up to the glass-enclosed roof, which houses a tropical “rainforest”. Birds and monkeys swirl and chatter above you in a thick canopy of green. It is supposed to be interactive and awe-inspiring and fun, but in reality it is hot and humid and oppressive and crowded and noisy and you just want to get out of there.
It is similar to this outside (may be a side effect of just having watched Cloverfield). It is 70 crazy humid degrees out of doors today, the air is thick, it is super windy; the leaves whirl all around overhead.
I have never been in the eye of a storm, but I think it must be like this: windy, with a strange light filtering through multiple layers of cloud, an overwhelming sense of waiting for the other shoe to drop. A house at the end of the world.
The ground underneath is totally saturated; thick and spongy and sucking hungrily at your feet as you walk. It’s not a nice feeling.
But wait! What is this?
I think… I think it’s the sun trying to break through. I’m not sure. It’s been so long.
Oh, my gosh. Would you look at that. Blue skies.
And large masses of turkey vultures, surfing the air.
I counted nine. I went back inside. I do not like the turkey vultures.
UGH. I guess the break in the rain combined with the warm means I have to help with the leaves. But I’m so damned happy about seeing the sun I don’t even care. I’ll take what I can get.
I leave you with music. FYI, this was the first record I ever owned, and remains to this day an anthem of my childhood.
Anyone else experiencing freaky weather today?
And out of curiosity, what was the first album you ever owned? (My first tape: Bob Dylan, Blood on the Tracks; my first CD, The Cranberries. Feel free to mock me.)