it's twentythree minutes past midnight, and outside the rain is beating against nature like a fierce father or a reproachful lover. I'd like to think of it as if the rain is washing the world clean, giving it another chance to do something right. or something weird like that. either way autumn is soon here, kissing the summer good night with its red leaves and early evenings. summer is trying to stay up though, just gonna shine my sun overe here one more time, just gonna make the air smell of wheat and grass. like a kid trying to stay up late and eat cookies.

I love rain at night, the sound of it against the roof, the way the wind whistles in the chimney. it makes me feel comfortable and safe. it also makes me drink a lot of tea, and I long to sew dresses in earth-colors, wearing thick stockings and contemplating life on the porch in warm scarfs.

anywho.

time to get to bed, for tomorrow I shall commence the quest of restoring a bike to its youthful days of glory. or something by the likes of that anyway.

forgot to tell you about said bike.

I'll tell you tomorrow.