aaronstj

Travelling 100 miles east, the sky changes.  The clouds disappear, but it's more than that.  The sky opens up, is bigger, the sun is a little sharper, and the colors are a little starker, like a photo airbrushed just a bit too much. You get used to it after a while.  You don't have to squint anuymore, it's just the way things are.  The trees are dusty dry, and the sky is flat and huge.  You lose the feeling that you're missing among the brilliant colors. It rained today. A few large drops at first, barely enough to notice, starting to streak down the window.  But it came up fast, low gray clouds rolled over the sky silently.  They came dow

the smell of rain is something universal spiritural which is ironic because i think it is cause by rain on conrete the conrete jungle the urban wasteland sprawl the flat gray awkwardness that we love to hate can be so beautiful that we don't even realize it i guess the moral is there's beauty in everything or maybe just that something so universal is cause by rain on conrete which is ironic i think