Friday, September 02, 2011

100% humidity

The local weather channel says that there is 100% humidity in the air today.

Usually my system doesn't handle that kind of thing very well.

I feel like jumping out of my skin, it's that uncomfortable.

But today, I feel fine.

Better than fine.

I feel fabulous.

What's the difference?

Some other variable is skewing the results.

I've been taking a look out the window on this train ride of a journey I'm on for awhile now, and I really like what I see.

It took some time, a few decades, to even be aware there was a window.

I thought I was just sitting in my assigned seat, images whizzing by at speeds I couldn't possibly catch up with.

Not so any more.

They've slowed down. Or maybe I've finally matched their trajectory, I'm not sure.

Either way, the quality of the ride has changed significantly.

I'd highly recommend buying a ticket on this train.

You'll know which one it is when you see me standing on the platform, waving you on.

Let's go.

Sep 2, 2011 10:41:48 AM | energy, Stop Looking

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