It's pouring down rain outside, and the smell of the rain hitting the pavement reminds me of every day in Dublin, when I'd walk the streets on my way to the store or work or the bed and breakfast where I lived. Isn't it strange how when we are traveling or doing something we've anticipated for a long time our senses open up and stamp impressions on our memory of everything we experience? I have wondered why I remember journeys so much more than my every day life. Those memories become an irrevocable part of me and I think a big part of it is that I actually try to remember the unusual and the out-of-the-norm. But today, this memory, this pouring down of rain that whips the awnings and blows soaked leaves, while runners, grounded moped-ers, and umbrella folk rush by outside should be precious too. It's a big sweater day, a hot coffee day, a cozy sewing day when I don't resent being stuck inside. Oh, that my skin would take this in: smell of fresh baked goods, taste of smoky burnt coffee, sounds of tapping rain, Vanessa Carlton, and swish of cars, and everything...oh everything.
Wake me up!
It's Fall and I love it! I made these fall flags for my friend's birthday and may take some to my next art show! I already have some for my house but I can't find them :-( I'll hunt around this afternoon.
