A breath of fresh air.

[jackofallgeeks]

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.

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[circuit-four.livejournal.com]

Thank you for inspiring me to open the damn window and get a breath of that here at the office. Granted, mine smells like downtown Boston and is rather colder, but still. Breezy, cool, damp nights fueled some of the very best times of my life. Warmish spring and summer nights are absolutely sorcerous. I wish to god I weren't doing transcription, so I could put on some Miles Davis podcast or something.

[jackofallgeeks.livejournal.com]

Seriously, it's crazy how much that helped. I though I was going to have to call it an early night.

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.