It was raining today in California and as a result was cooler. I got out of work, went for a walk and was immersed in the smell and feel of spring. Soft humid breezes, rolling scent clouds of the flowers blooming and the occasional gentle rain caressing my cheeks. It felt like quietly coming home. And I was surprised by that feeling. I realized I was homesick for the springs I have known a good part of my life, that I had not acclimated to California geography as much as I thought. It's more as if I'm on the outside looking in....
Staind "Outside":
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007
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