I slept until 9 am and now I feel like I missed out on part of my day. It has been raining in San Francisco, and I absolutely love it. Rain just might be my favorite type of weather. I feel inspired, creative, determined. THis morning, I opened up the door that leads to a little porch on the side of my living room, and looked out at the sleepy sky. The smells brought me right back to being a little girl and putting on my rain gear to go walk around the block jumping into puddles. Actually, I think my dad let me go barefoot (Could you imagine walking barefoot in a neighborhood now? I can’t). My mom would load us into the car after a big rain and we would drive around on a mission to find the flooded parts of the street so she could drive through puddles for us. We’d squeal and watch the water roll up the side of the car, easily entertained. The rain has always made me really happy. I guess I’m just one of those people.
The rain probably has something to do with the fact that I slept until 9am. Who doesn’t love sleeping in the rain? The other reason is most likely the dream that ran on a loop all night. I had a dream that I was watching James Franco cut off his arm after it was trapped under a boulder. That shit played on repeat all night. First of all, I’ve never seen that movie because I don’t enjoy watching people cut off their limbs, and second of all, James Franco?
But, back to the rain and all it’s non james franco qualities. I took this picture when I was taking the dogs for a walk last night. San Francisco sure is pretty.
Now, on with the day. Just a reminder I have another blog I’m trying to be on top of