The sky is endlessly growling and hissing and it is crumbling down on us slowly but surely as i speak. The great court of our main building has a skylight in the middle of the ceiling made up of 81 tiny windows on the heavens arranged by nines, and when the sky is this angry the building is cast in the make-pretend candle light held up by tiny cherubs flirting with the shadows that surround them. When i hear thunder i bolt out of our back office door to imagine the court as i might have seen it lit a century ago.
And our website doesn’t have a single picture of it; however, this is the visageless keeper of it all.
rain
There has been lazy rain dropping through the haze all day and it has left the sky a baby kind of yellow like ruddy cheeks after a long shower. I bought lots of food so that i’m not starving so often, and i washed some dishes. Tiny dents in the giant pile of stuff i’ve been meaning to get done. I finally did away with all of my various nested tables because they were from the ages of antiquity. Matt fits perfectly on the couch from toe to top of touseled hair. He sleeps there often and i can never figure out why … this room is cooler but the couch is too fuzzy for this weather and we can turn the air on in the other room. I’ve decided not understanding a roommate is no reason to hate them. I have fixings for tortellini alfredo that will be yummily cooked as soon as i finish the second half of my dishes. Also, i updated my favourite links with recent reads book of days and halo33, as well as adding liz to the crushed bar.
I have been neglecting linking to Liz for quite some time now and it has only really hurt me because i keep forgetting to read her site; she comes at everything freshly and she makes me feel young and romantic even when i’m not feeling too much like either of those at all. Reading her page actually puts a lazy smile on my face that leaves me glowing & clean afterwards. Just like the rain.
South Philadelphia is a place everyone should have to experience on a post-rain sunday at thirty seconds to noon. Coming up the orange steps from the subway all i could hear was a cacophony of bing-bongs as all of the churches on all of the corners rang out their different tell-tale noon-rings at once, and i twisted them round and round in my head pulling forward sets to duet in perfect harmony and listening in one ear to others sounding like dueling blacksmiths.
After the perpetual rain all day yesterday the humidity is gone and Philadelphia just feels clean. I’m sure we’ll manage to muss that up tomorrow, but right now i want to go lie in my tiny rowhome backyard and smell that unmistakably city-smell of rain evaporating out of concrete sidewalks and watch the odd little weed with tiny blue flowers try to prove itself a rosebush through the cracks in the cement. Creeping up past the tiny china-cracks into the very bottom of a blue sky.
There are worse Sundays spent worse ways than this.
The rain started pounding down so hard that i couldn’t even make out the light that was on in the window across the street, and it was in that exact moment i decided i needed to be sitting on my windowsill with my legs dangling out of the window enjoying the storm. After futzing hopeless with the endless leak that is my air conditioner i finally just threw some towels down on the window sill, threw the screen open, and leaned out into the rain. So, here i am in my nearly unlit apartment with colors splayed on my ceiling from my omnipresent bubbly floor-lamp and Diana Ross and the Supremes telling me all i ever needed to learn about love via my stereo.
If anyone feels like going out to dance in the rain, just let me know…
Rain pelting my windows and my lamp humming and spinning its wheel of colors at my ceiling and otherwise total quiet because my mouse is just hovering over idle time on instant messenger because i have no life except for the one i invent in my head and then come here to write down. I might as well just watch Ally McBeal.