It smells like growing
May. 28th, 2003 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220So, LT. You've been really awful quiet all day. That's most unlike you, given your predisposition for spamming LJ repeatedly with trivialities and a running commentary on the blandness of your existance. What have you been up to?
Well, most gracious of you to notice, I must say. So far today I have been to work, come back, sat aimlessly in front of my PC, the TV, the PC again, the TV some more, then the PC for a little while longer, checked the remaining exam papers, watched a little more TV, wrote about 6 lines of fic that I'd technically already written last night, just not typed up yet, and generally done sweet fuck all.
*grunts* it's been a most unsatisfying day.
It's also stupendously hot in my room now, even with the window open. It's humid and things are sticking to me like damp cling-film. And it's only May...
There's been no real sun to speak of, just growing heat and humidity that makes working a very unpleasant prospect. It feels like we need a good, hard, drowning storm but I don't think we're going to get one. At least not yet.
The night is eerily still though, it must be said, and the air smells pleasantly summery. Pottered out in the back garden for a few minutes earlier and enjoyed the rather nice atmosphere, only to discover that it made my room seem stultifying in comparison.
Talking of my room, in the vague recesses of my mind I am pondering upon the need to redecorate. I'm having wallpaper issues, what with the general humidity in here and 2 exterior walls. Some things are growing where they shouldn't. *cough*
I need more shelf space fo comics and Wolverines and CDs and Hugh tat and stuff, and maybe a nice little neiche to stick all my accumulated painting equipment.
Hmm, something to think about for the future there.
I have the urge to go for a night walk right now. But sadly I have to work in the morning and dicking around Garendon Park at 2am isn't really an option.
It's been so long since I went on a proper night walk though. It's something I really miss from my Home Ed days. When we used to be able to stay up till whatever time we wanted cause we didn't have to go anywhere in the morning.
I think the last one was when Halle was here. One of the boywonder's friends from Alaska. We went for a 2 hour shuffle. Got back around 3am then sat on the extension roof till almost dawn. I don't think we stopped talking once. Outdoors in the middle of the night is the best place in the world for discussing literally everything. Lying back on a grassy hillside or on the roof or just looking up and staring at the stars...
It brings out my love affair for the night time, something that I can't do all the while I have a job and a schedule and all these things that are apparently inherant in life.
I miss the darkness and I miss the sounds and I miss the smell... most of all I miss the smell, I think. Even in winter, but especially this time of year. Spring, just starting to edge towards summer. Warm enough outside to not have to worry about getting cold but cool enough to still be just a little bit crisp.
Yeah... that's what I miss.
The tiny little inherant part of me that will always be midnight on a grassy hilltop, flat on my back and watching the stars.
Best place in the world.
Well, most gracious of you to notice, I must say. So far today I have been to work, come back, sat aimlessly in front of my PC, the TV, the PC again, the TV some more, then the PC for a little while longer, checked the remaining exam papers, watched a little more TV, wrote about 6 lines of fic that I'd technically already written last night, just not typed up yet, and generally done sweet fuck all.
*grunts* it's been a most unsatisfying day.
It's also stupendously hot in my room now, even with the window open. It's humid and things are sticking to me like damp cling-film. And it's only May...
There's been no real sun to speak of, just growing heat and humidity that makes working a very unpleasant prospect. It feels like we need a good, hard, drowning storm but I don't think we're going to get one. At least not yet.
The night is eerily still though, it must be said, and the air smells pleasantly summery. Pottered out in the back garden for a few minutes earlier and enjoyed the rather nice atmosphere, only to discover that it made my room seem stultifying in comparison.
Talking of my room, in the vague recesses of my mind I am pondering upon the need to redecorate. I'm having wallpaper issues, what with the general humidity in here and 2 exterior walls. Some things are growing where they shouldn't. *cough*
I need more shelf space fo comics and Wolverines and CDs and Hugh tat and stuff, and maybe a nice little neiche to stick all my accumulated painting equipment.
Hmm, something to think about for the future there.
I have the urge to go for a night walk right now. But sadly I have to work in the morning and dicking around Garendon Park at 2am isn't really an option.
It's been so long since I went on a proper night walk though. It's something I really miss from my Home Ed days. When we used to be able to stay up till whatever time we wanted cause we didn't have to go anywhere in the morning.
I think the last one was when Halle was here. One of the boywonder's friends from Alaska. We went for a 2 hour shuffle. Got back around 3am then sat on the extension roof till almost dawn. I don't think we stopped talking once. Outdoors in the middle of the night is the best place in the world for discussing literally everything. Lying back on a grassy hillside or on the roof or just looking up and staring at the stars...
It brings out my love affair for the night time, something that I can't do all the while I have a job and a schedule and all these things that are apparently inherant in life.
I miss the darkness and I miss the sounds and I miss the smell... most of all I miss the smell, I think. Even in winter, but especially this time of year. Spring, just starting to edge towards summer. Warm enough outside to not have to worry about getting cold but cool enough to still be just a little bit crisp.
Yeah... that's what I miss.
The tiny little inherant part of me that will always be midnight on a grassy hilltop, flat on my back and watching the stars.
Best place in the world.
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Date: 2003-05-29 06:03 am (UTC)Yeah, LJ's being nice for a change!
It was pretty clammy this way too, it became a bit overcast at one point and I thought we'd maybe get some rain.
When we used to be able to stay up till whatever time we wanted cause we didn't have to go anywhere in the morning.
*sigh* sounds very familiar, makes me want to take a wander down memory lane!
Outdoors in the middle of the night is the best place in the world for discussing literally everything. Lying back on a grassy hillside or on the roof or just looking up and staring at the stars...
It is, I agree. I usually have so much more to say at night as opposed to day, I'm not sure why. I just to love summer evenings in my old garden before we moved last year. My new garden isn't as established enough to conjure up the feelings that one did. When it was really hot, we used to throw a blanket on the grass and lay and talk for hours. I think the neighbours thought we were nuts.
We had one of those old fashioned street lamps between two trees at the back that cast a really dim amber glow across the lawn and flowers.
*sigh* I miss my old garden!
I miss the darkness and I miss the sounds and I miss the smell... most of all I miss the smell, I think.
There's nothing like the sounds at night, when the evidence of the population are absent, no traffic, no hum of people, just the stillness that allows all the sounds we normally miss to filter in. I love it just before dawn, when the birds start they're chorus, that last hour before the world around you wakes up once more and spoils everything.
The tiny little inherant part of me that will always be midnight on a grassy hilltop, flat on my back and watching the stars.
*sniff* I'm getting all wistful over here!
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Date: 2003-05-29 06:32 am (UTC)*sigh* sounds very familiar, makes me want to take a wander down memory lane!
Man, being grown up sucks... :p
I usually have so much more to say at night as opposed to day, I'm not sure why.
*nods* I think this is why my writing's suffered this past year if you want the truth. My most productive time was between about 12 and 2am, and I just can't do that any more. Seems like I just colapse into bed at 12 and pass out for 7 hours, totally missing my prime. And there's fuck all I can do about it either. Unless someone can find me an afternoon job as opposed to a morning one. ;)
When it was really hot, we used to throw a blanket on the grass and lay and talk for hours. I think the neighbours thought we were nuts.
We'd haul out the old inflatable dinghy and fill it with water as an impromptu paddling pool, then read Shakespere as our english lit project while sitting in it... which probably explains my compulsive need to read in the bath. :p
I love it just before dawn, when the birds start they're chorus, that last hour before the world around you wakes up once more and spoils everything
No, I like it better the other end I think. The stillness after everyone else has gone to bed except for a few lingering insomniacs, and knowing that you still have all night to play in.
Aww darnit, I really want to go play in the dark now.
Stupid job! Damn you cramping my style!