Nov. 29th, 2001

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Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground
--Jamiroquai



Not the same front that my LJ buddy [livejournal.com profile] gringo_in_tj and the west coasters are seeing, but a juicy one just the same. Thin clouds are scudding over the nearly full moon, fastfastfast. We're supposed to boom tonight, and cool off a few by the weekend.

It's been a long time since I've seen a thunderstorm, almost none all summer. The Atlanta drought is betraying its latitude -- if it weren't for the Gulf of Mexico, Atlanta would be in a desert similar to Vegas.

I love the open windows of a summer night's drive...tonight's strong wind, however, took the fun away from mine. The smells are dry and of decomposing leaves, not the organic smells of summer's explosive life, or even the exciting scent of the approaching storm. The dry smell reminds me of approaching winter, my least favorite season. I close the window and the silence, the lack of scent, and the dry interior merely reinforce the approach.

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