April 4th, 2006

ronin

Yow.

Every once in a great while, the words slide onto the page like silk, to make up for all the other times the Muse is being a royal biatch.

Usually this happens when I really, absolutely, must be doing something else.

However, rain helps.

Lovely sloshy rain outside my window all day. It is also a seductive ghost. I am drunk on rain, a sound of my childhood that I miss too often in this sun-drenched alien planet where what my gut thinks of as April through June last 365 days a year.

I miss weather. It's an old friend that doesn't come around often anymore, but I treasure it so much more now.

Ghosts -- why are ghosts sexy?

But Auron is definitely the beauty of the desert, not rain.