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shadows of echoes of memories of songs
Dog days are over
It feels weird out there, bright but grey, like hot ash settling on stone. It's a storm-gathering day, all the streets hunched and hurrying and hooded. I slipped out into the drizzle to get a hot chocolate from the sandwich shop, warmed my hands on it as I carried it back to the office, more for the comfort than the heat. (It's no coincidence that "hot mug" has a "hug" wrapped around its outside.) I want to be at home with a warm drink and the crossword, but I'm doing the best I can on my own in the office: door closed, music out loud but on low. Eventually I'll have to cycle home in the dark and the rain, and I'll put it off until the building gets dark and echoey. In my waterproofs I feel like a boiler-suited B-movie alien, shambling wetly through the dark.

This isn't today's post, unless I don't get a chance to do another one, in which case I might just count it. I make the rules up as I go along, you know, and if I say it's time for a cup of tea, then it's time for a cup of tea.

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Now playing: Florence and the Machine

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shermarama From: shermarama Date: November 13th, 2009 02:27 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's been raining and blowing dramatically enough round here all morning to go beyond miserable and into exciting, and it's heading your way. Possibly Force 11 winds off Brighton tonight according to the Inshore Waters...
gnimmel From: gnimmel Date: November 13th, 2009 03:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
First day of the year in waterproofs here (ideally yesterday should have been my first day in waterproofs, but we live and learn). I have been pottering around town looking somewhat like a grey, wrinkly teletubby.
brrm From: brrm Date: November 13th, 2009 04:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
No point to this comment beyond GIP (GIC?).

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