07-18-2019, 12:39 AM
Well, I really can't share why I'm now awake and out of bed.
But I am.
I've got a big, thick glass beer mug... you know the one. The one I stole from a country club that weighs a thousand pounds. I went downstairs and got two Space Dust IPA cans out of the man-fridge, along with the frosty mug, and now I've got a perfectly hazy head of foam dressed expertly atop just enough West Coast brew to get me back to snoozing.
And yet, as I listen to the rain just outside these open windows, it seems like this normally drizzly Seattle rain is now actually drippy. Pitter-patter kind of drippy. Substantial kind of drippy. Really fat raindrops. The kind of drops that you would imagine prepare flower buds for blooming in tomorrow's summer sun.
The night is deeply dark and quiet. The lid to our colossal hot tub discloses the sound of being relentlessly assaulted by the ever-continuing invasion of heavier-than-usual drops. Leaves of trees in the greenspace behind our house shower our bedroom with the sound of heaven's hydration. It is the softest of symphonies.
And I stop to share it with you, brothers of the leaf.
Sleepy tight, wherever you may be.
Puffy Smurf
But I am.
I've got a big, thick glass beer mug... you know the one. The one I stole from a country club that weighs a thousand pounds. I went downstairs and got two Space Dust IPA cans out of the man-fridge, along with the frosty mug, and now I've got a perfectly hazy head of foam dressed expertly atop just enough West Coast brew to get me back to snoozing.
And yet, as I listen to the rain just outside these open windows, it seems like this normally drizzly Seattle rain is now actually drippy. Pitter-patter kind of drippy. Substantial kind of drippy. Really fat raindrops. The kind of drops that you would imagine prepare flower buds for blooming in tomorrow's summer sun.
The night is deeply dark and quiet. The lid to our colossal hot tub discloses the sound of being relentlessly assaulted by the ever-continuing invasion of heavier-than-usual drops. Leaves of trees in the greenspace behind our house shower our bedroom with the sound of heaven's hydration. It is the softest of symphonies.
And I stop to share it with you, brothers of the leaf.
Sleepy tight, wherever you may be.
Puffy Smurf
No Reserve, No Retreat, No Regrets!!!