Tossing and Tortured 'Till Dawn

I come back to you now, at the turn of the tide.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

The peals of not-so-distant thunder heralds a sudden summer shower, surprising Portland with its intensity. The rain is beautiful, massive drops gliding straight down, from the vague borders of clouds rushing into presence from over yon hills. It's as if the sky and the ground have simply met, that the city is inside the river rather than above it. In a city so famous for its drizzle, we're strangely unaccustomed to the downpours.

As for yours truly, five hours of classes a day in this compacted summer term leave me little time to do do much else besides academia and training, and I try to waste as few minutes as possible clicking aimlessly away on this "information" superhighway.




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