Coffee and Rain

[crows]

There is golden sunshine streaming through the huge windows infront of my house, but it hasn't yet burned off the haze on the mountains. The sky is mostly blue, a contrast to grey and rainy yesterday that I should have enjoyed far more than I did. First spring rain, covering me in draperies of silver as I sit, hunched over my steering wheel in my tiny, dusty car crying and crying. When I wasn't crying, it was the rain running down the windows on all sides of we that cried for me, and then I'd start crying again... etc.

I've thought about taking advantage of the opportunity to be justifiably oversensitive right now. That would be passive-aggressive though, and I don't want to fight today. I fought all day yesterday, and I don't want to do it again.

Love, out.