Mar 6, 2002
And the fog rolled in
The sky is white. The streets are dark with moisture. There is weather upon us.
I feel somewhat grey myself today. Grey and gloomy and worn around the edges. Whether it's sprinkling or dumping buckets on my bowed head, I love the rain. And at the same time, I can't stand it.
Today is my mother's birthday. I hope she is being shown a nice time.
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