Something a Bit Happier
I feel like I’ve been lying to you, my readers, on my blog. I promised stories of college, and have failed to deliver. So now, I will ignore my homework and give a pretty little picture of my new home.
It’s Ohio, which is another way of saying its very flat. But unlike other extremely level places, it’s got tons of tree copses, which help to compensate. That and it’s also very green. Most of the trees are deciduous, with a sprinkling of ornamental firs- now that fall is coming, yellow is the color to be for all these old giants (actually, I think in tree years, now of these plants are particularly ancient, but compared to me they certainly are). Of course, fall hasn’t really started just yet, so there’s nothing of consequence on the leaf-pile front. I’m really looking forward to it, though- my childhood falls centered around the creation and destruction of massive piles of dead vegetation.
On a slightly different note, in reference to Lotus’s post about Portland rain, it has been downpoaring here all morning. I walked outside and dipped my feet in, and was remind of home. Unfortunately, the smell wasn’t the same. Here, the grass is far to potent, and the wafting scent of pine needles nowhere to be found. Still, I could watch the blurry mixture of green against grey, that shade that only comes with a filmy sheen of water, and could remember all the days spent curled up with family and friends, enjoying the soothing and isolating effects of the rain.
Of course, that is exactly what I am doing right now, curling myself into a comfy and much-loved armchair in the relative quiet of Hark lounge, enjoying the shivering touch of my godmother the rain. I feel whole in a way no other weather pattern can make me feel.
