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As if it is showing you compassion and understanding. It drenches you, embraces you, runs its fingers across your face. The rain itself feels like its own entity, that you are walking through a single wall of water rather than millions of little droplets. The sound of passing cars almost seems miles away as you walk through the rain. This is the time of rest, of sleep, of solitude,” it almost whispers around you. Light barely shines, almost like its stifled by the enveloping grey and cold. There is nothing like walking in quiet solitude in a cold drizzle, surrounded by muted grey. And while I tend to agree most of the time, especially during the blazing summers with an unforgiving sun, I must disagree with them once the winter rains begin. I’ve heard from many people through the years complain that they can’t live here for too long because there is no life, no color. Some days, you can hear the wind working its way across the treetops, snaking across the valley. And in that stillness, if you listen close, you can hear the snaps of heavy snow breaking weak branches, the soft slush when it hits the ground. A still silence, so thick that you don’t want to make a sound so as not to risk shattering the ambience. Packed snow laying across the ground, clinging to trees, and nestled in the crevices of rocks. If you so choose, you can trek up into the mountains and find yourself in an entirely different world there. Firey reds blaze along the horizon as the sun sets. Streaks of gold can sometimes peek through across the sky. Vibrant pinks contrast against darkened blue clouds. And sometimes, when the conditions are just right, the sunsets are fantastic. The low hanging clouds shifting through the mountains like a misty ghost. I find more colors, more shades, more hues that I enjoy during this time of year than any other. Not to mention that once the rain clears, the sun illuminates all the freshly fallen snow on the mountain tops. Yes, summer storms are nice, but yesterday was, to me, perfect weather. Somehow, I feel like it is weather that suits me and my personality. This time of year is my favorite for a few reasons. You let me into your home, and I saw the gifts I had given you displayed all around. The third time, where things were strained, but still we somehow managed to keep a spark going in its own way, enjoying each other’s company as it felt more natural, more relaxed, more personal. I noticed you out of the corner of my eye even in the dark, watching me, with that smirk on your face. The second time, where you took me stargazing in the desert. Watching the sun set at the top of a hill overlooking the valley. You can’t even be bothered to reach out.īut here I am, thinking of the first weekend we spent together, showing me around your world, taking me to all these places. So why is it then, that in the moments of stillness, you are all I can think about? You aren’t doing the same, I know that.
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I’ve been working out a lot more, I’ve changed my diet, I’ve been feeling better than ever. In fact, I’ve made so much progress with myself.