Today is one of those days that I really don’t have much to say.
Today has been so grey and wet and stormy.
I love it. I love days like today. The worse the weather, the more I love it.
I really have no idea why I feel the way I do about bad weather – I’ve always been partial to storms. Maybe it’s the danger, maybe it’s just the fact that it’s a deviation from the norm.
I remember as a little girl, watching the weather on Channel 5. I would watch the radar and silently root for the red splotches to reach our town, and then if they did I would race back to my room and watch the rain and wind outside my window.
I’m 31 and nothing has really changed. Instead of Channel 5, I watch the radar on my phone or whatever other gadget I have, and I say a silent cheer for the violent blobs to hover over our house on the map.
Today has been perfect.