It's a beautiful day.
I've come to appreciate the umbrella and the ski - jacket.
There's nothing like walking under an umbrella, watching the rain drip from the sky,
feeling the chill agaist your face while the rest of you is toasty warm,
and shrinking ever so slightly, when the wind come beneath your shelter, causing your hair to dance.

And of course, there's nothing like coming back to your residence,
jeans soaked from the thigh down and fingers numb from the cold.
Flick up the heater,
Toss borrowed umbrella down to dry,
Peel off wet shoes,
Thank God for Ingledew's 'Protector' and dry socks,
Shed wet jeans and slip into warm dry cotten thai pants,
Wrap up in best friend's XL yellow reebok sweater,
Pull out books and highlighter and turn up the radio.

And of course, there's nothing like having precious people come to your room,
To talk,
Borrow boxers,
Laugh,
Then to cook rice and warm up curry,
Watch carebears,
Wash up,
Desert on President's choice Decadebt Chocolate Chunk cookies.

And of course, there's nothing like having the room all to yourself.
To blog,
Sing along to Tracy Chapman,
And listen to the traffic in the rain.

I could live here, like this, for a pretty long time I guess.



And for those who are curious - yes, I have put on weight.