Feeling: damp
Listening to: Strawmen - The Reason Why
Reading/Watching: Time of the Twins

Coming in the door from my first day of training, my roommate calls out, "I love that it's raining!"

I grimace. "It's nice, but it makes everything smell like hot wet asphalt."

"Hot what?!"

"Ass-FALT, Yazzy, hot wet asphalt."

"I thought you said-"

"I can guess."

So yeah. But in the meantime, it's pouring down like movie rain, thick and heavy and absolutely gorgeous, and now outside smells like dew-spotted summer instead of grease, warm gum, and animal leavings. Which I file under the "plus" column.

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