It was pouring rain tonight. Not that annoying pitter patter, but the strong rain that comes down with authority and dares thunder to join in. I walked outside of class,
out in the country, and all I could hear was rain. I stood under the awning and just listened for a while. It was silent and loud all at the same time, and surreally peaceful.
After the moment of zen, I walked to the car and drove home. As I was driving and listening to Keali'i I couldn't help but admire the reflections of the lights on the water glazed road. I love the reflection of lights on water.
Like these rose-colored lights on the Bay at dusk...
...or the Bay Bridge reflecting on the, um Bay, at night.
Which is probably why I love this Van Gogh the best.
After the moment of zen, I walked to the car and drove home. As I was driving and listening to Keali'i I couldn't help but admire the reflections of the lights on the water glazed road. I love the reflection of lights on water.
Like these rose-colored lights on the Bay at dusk...
...or the Bay Bridge reflecting on the, um Bay, at night.
Which is probably why I love this Van Gogh the best.
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