i prefer rain

I was home about 6pm tonight, which is strange and exciting. Daylight! I rode the water taxi to work. The sun was out, birds were chirping, just a gorgeous day.

Something's still not right in my head. It's all a little raw, but it'll pass. It doesn't help that I'm reading Murakami, "Kafka on the Shore." I love his writing but it doesn't help my mood.

It's really very quiet here, just me and the birds.

I forget how to talk to people. I would prefer to hide away for awhile. Find a cabin, stock it with books and sandwiches, listen to the trees. Banish the internet, build a fire, see the stars. I'm halfway to disappearing already; it wouldn't be much of a stretch.

Sunlight makes my feet itch.