ontology | the rain is coming in (Reply)

I realise I haven't written much recently: it's a case of having exactly both too much and too little to say. I've been feeling a bit dull since I came home from Alaska, I think -- there have been some nice alive bits, but also a lot of having to force myself to do things again. Just now I am writing because I want to capture this moment -- there's a summer thunderstorm rolling in; the air is tingling with it, and little swift cool winds come wending through the humidity and blow at the candles on my windowsill, the steamer trunk beneath my window, my desk. (Kyra gave me the most magnificent candle-holder: cobalt on the outside, and reflective on the inside, with little cut-outs; it looks very mysterious, if friendly, when there's a lit candle in.) Thunder keeps rolling over the heavens, the sky's green-grey-thick with clouds, I think there's a little whisper of rain now, and the world has that strange colour it gets in thunderstorms, where everything's just a litlte more vivid, especially the trees: a bit urgent, somehow. I'm reviewing some lovely little EPs from various unknown artists, some of which might get bundled up in a