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Jun. 6th, 2008 06:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hawkwing_lbIt's raining, and I can smell the sea on the breeze, all seaweed and sharp brine, almost stronger than the green scent of grass. It smells like bittersweet contentment. I don't know why, but it does.
Some days, I do love the weather here. Some days, I even love this place itself, for all its faults. (The housing estates, the never-ending construction, the endless roadworks, the dirt and the small-mindedness and the sense that this a town caught between city and country, sharing the worst of both and doomed never to grow better. I've seen less pleasant towns, but I don't find this one terribly uplifting, either.)
When the sea rolls in smelling of fullness and life, when the water's full and clear in the rockpools, when the seals gather in the harbour for the discards from the catch, when I see the brent geese perched on the rocks up by the further headland, spreading their dark wings to dry - yeah, I can love it then.
My joining instructions for Asgard II arrived today. Despite this, I woke up with post-exam fugue: the real version. My brain will come back, eventually. In the meanwhile, I think I'll enjoy the not-quite-enforced holiday and spend another couple of days going for walks and re-reading favourite books. If I work up the volition, I might have a look through boxes of papers that were important once, and may be important still. Maybe. Or tap around with duellist.
If I feel like it. Or maybe I'll just sit here and enough the scent of rain.
Some days, I do love the weather here. Some days, I even love this place itself, for all its faults. (The housing estates, the never-ending construction, the endless roadworks, the dirt and the small-mindedness and the sense that this a town caught between city and country, sharing the worst of both and doomed never to grow better. I've seen less pleasant towns, but I don't find this one terribly uplifting, either.)
When the sea rolls in smelling of fullness and life, when the water's full and clear in the rockpools, when the seals gather in the harbour for the discards from the catch, when I see the brent geese perched on the rocks up by the further headland, spreading their dark wings to dry - yeah, I can love it then.
My joining instructions for Asgard II arrived today. Despite this, I woke up with post-exam fugue: the real version. My brain will come back, eventually. In the meanwhile, I think I'll enjoy the not-quite-enforced holiday and spend another couple of days going for walks and re-reading favourite books. If I work up the volition, I might have a look through boxes of papers that were important once, and may be important still. Maybe. Or tap around with duellist.
If I feel like it. Or maybe I'll just sit here and enough the scent of rain.
