A breath of fresh air.
Mar. 26th, 2007 06:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My room is small. My computer runs and the place gets stuff and, in time, begins to reek of codemonkey. An hour ago the air was stifling and I was dozing. Then it began raining outside. I opened my window and my door to the back porch. It's now cool, breezy, fresh, and the sound of rain in the creek out back threatens to drown out my music.
I love it.
I love it.
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Date: 2007-03-27 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-27 03:51 am (UTC)I can't speak for the smell of downtown, but I've always wanted to go to Boston. I like colder climes, personally. At that, though, odds are I won't ever live there -- the current of my life doesn't look like it's tending that way at all, though I could always be wrong. I often am.
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Date: 2007-03-27 07:11 pm (UTC)Nick found it odd that I kept the AC in the window all winter and right when it starts getting warm out I remove it. I would rather sweat it out a couple nights than give up fresh air and the passage to the roof. The roof is an almost magical place to me, I can sit out there and read for hours in the shade of a large tree, occasionally watching clouds go by.