I won't talk about the weather today even though it's one of my favorite things to talk about. Nope, the weather isn't a small talk topic for me. I like the weather because of the colors that come with it. I really like colors. Ever since reading The Book Thief I've been paying more and more attention to colors and the fact that everything in the world ever has a little palette of its own. It all makes me feel so synesthetic.
I've added considerable amounts of Chopin and Debussy to my life's soundtrack (Which, mind you, usually consists of nothing more than periodic shrieks and reprimands followed by the soft hum of a computer or fridge. And hugs. Lots of hugs). Talented people always give me goosebumps. It's kind of ridiculous. It's like an allergic reaction but not really.
Don't you love irrelevant analogies? I do.
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