Near golden sunsets
So it rained today. I guess I can't really say that. I should explain a little more, expound upon that thought. It poured, in torrential winds of blanketting rains, "A river runs through it"...it being everything. I just got done talking to my math professor about double integrals and translating the domain from a three dimensional graph, and stepping outside I saw that it was sprinkling just a little bit. There wasn't a cloud in the sky before I stepped into Snow Hall for my daily math class that I go to about once every three weeks. So I figured, "Yay, sprinkles. I like sprinkles. Especially the little red ones that taste like powdered sugar." I walked past the bus, it was nice out; not too hot, not nearly cold, the rain was nice and so was the breeze. The bus pulled away from the curb and slowly rumbled down the main drag. And Mother Nature unleashed her fury right on top of my unobtrusive self. I don't know what happened, if I did something to piss her off or what. But HOLY FRIGGIN COW! After two seconds of struggling into the wind, it felt as if I'd jumped into Clinton Lake with my clothes on and my backpack on my back. "There goes my notes," I thought, as I watched a strange white pulpy liquid leak out of my backpack. And seconds later it was, "There goes my calculator," as a pop and a puff of smoke emerged from the back pocket of the same entirely soaked red bookbag.
You can't wake a person who is pretending to be asleep. -- Navajo Proverb