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Thursday, March 31, 2005
"...when it rains and shines, it's just a state of mind"
I didn't get up as early as I had planned, but I was also awakened several times during the night (er...early morning). I had bizarre dreams. One involved an unlikely high school friend (guy) who was suddenly expecting a kid (well...HE wasn't, but you know what I mean). There was much celebration, but I found myself unable to congratulate him. I was so dumbfounded that I couldn't even speak. It was probably about that time (5 AM) that I was awakened by the first round of thunderstorms. I fell back asleep, only to dream of vacationing in a village where the roads resembled the chaos that surrounds Paris' Arch d'Triumph. I kept getting lost in the maze of roads, always missing the right turn. Heh. Suddenly I was where I needed to be, on a landscaped front lawn that was lush and green, surrounded by stately buildings (picture the Jekyll Island Club - if you've never been there, it's where the Rockefellers, Vanderbilts, etc. used to vacation...now a historical landmark). Weirdness. Then I was awakened (around 6) by another round of storms. I could hear the wind and rain roaring, so I looked out the window in time to see a sheet of water splash against the pane. Hail began dancing off the overhang, lightning flashed, and I crawled back into my warm bed. If I had been in any other building (including my own home), I would have been freaked out beyond reason, but there is something about this place that makes you feel safe. I think it has to do with being sandwiched between levels. We can't really tell the ferocity of storms unless they decide to lash at the window. Even thunder is somewhat muffled by the brick walls. Anyone who lived (or lives) in Parkhurst, Adams, Foundation, or Wells last year knows that this certainly is not true of the new dorms. The walls are paper thin (seemingly even on the outside), and it feels as if the building might topple at the slightest breeze. I'm glad they kept the outer walls of Sanford. I definitely feel safe here...even if it's a false sense of security. Have a wonderful rainy day. I'm not looking forward to sloshing to class.
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i personally loooooove storms. Well as long as I am not walking in the forest, or the streets of Rome at 3:00am in March with no idea how to get back to my hostel because SOMEONE forgot to bring the guidebook and city map while all the stores are closed because regular people go to sleep at midnight but nooooooo you had to go and try to explore the Italian night-life, but you know... random stuff. umm yay storms.
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