For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley,
The Cloud, 1820
Monday, March 19, 2007
What I love about my city
I love the mountains to the north and how the sight of them means home.
I love the way the wind smells of sea salt when it blows from the south.
I love sunsets over the ocean.
I love how the change of seasons always sneaks up on you, until one day you notice it's suddenly spring/summer/fall/winter.
I love all the trees everywhere, and the multitude of green things that make this city gorgeous year round.
I love that the air is fresh and breathable.
I love how, on overcast nights, the clouds above downtown are coloured orange from all the lights.
I love how you can find any kind of food, from Mongolian to Korean to Indian to Greek.
I love how you can hear five different languages just taking the bus home.
I love being able to go to the beach, the woods, and the mountain all in one day.
I love the rain and how it keeps all the green things extra green.
I love that smell right before it starts raining... heavy and wet and delicious.
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