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My journal shall more than likely become an accumulation of rants and random thoughts and musings.
Humidity: A Rant Composed in my Ultimate Boredom
I adore this weather, the humidity. It gives everything an air of mystery, and it presents me with the opportunity to let go of myself and be absorbed by the shades of neutrals and grays that settle over everything in a fog. Fog brings a balance that neither sun nor rain can. It is moist but warm, weighing on us like a blanket of flame-kissed water crytals settling over our skin. It does not fall in jagged streaks and plopping drops like rain, penetrating one's skin as nature's cleansing mechanism. Nor does it force its glorious fire and light upon us as does the sun. Humidity settles on each individual, its touch as light as a feather, and presents us with the opportunity to bask in a peaceful but not overpowering warmth. The fog is not aggressive; it is a lazy sort of weather, one where catnaps and snuggling are perfectly acceptable. If one finds him or herself happy within a blanket of humidity, then that individual can be certain their happiness is genuine, their laughter sincere, for they are joyful purely by choice. The same concept is appliable when discussing depression; one who is depressed in a fog is virutally incapable of finding beauty in simplicity or challenge, and thus doomed by his or her own cynicism. (Not to say that a cynical mind is undesirable, for then I would be being a hypocrit. I myself adore the wit and sarcasm of a kindred soul if he or she does not let sarcam completely rule his or her view on life.) Most commonly or uncommonly, I've yet to decide, the fog and humidity bring out the neutrality in humanity. One who does not struggle against environmetal factors, and instead accepts them and allows his or her emotions to be affected and influenced by them will always be gray in a fog, and I do not mean gray in a negative connotation. Those who are gray are as flexible as the wind, as logical as the earth, as easily shaped as the water, and as quickly lit and put out as a fire. The gray is why I love this weather. Today, I am gray.


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