It was Her Wrists, They Were Beautiful

Rain and dusk is spellbinding. Outside, everything is dimmed and what is left for me to see is blue horison and darker blue outlines, An occasional light, the neighbour's smoking chimney and nothing. The rain falls hard on the roof, and I can sit inside, watching the world outside that I am for the time being retired from. It is a comforting thought, that as long as I am inside, alone, the world cannot get to me. And if they do, I can turn them all away. I am alone with my thoughts, my books and my movies.

Norwegian, however, does its best to intrude, and I will have to read some 70 pages. Later. T minus one and a half essay to New York.

Now there is thunder and lightning, too. I adore this weather. Though I pity dad, he has to walk home in this.

It was Her Wrists, They Were Beautiful

Rain and dusk is spellbinding. Outside, everything is dimmed and what is left for me to see is blue horison and darker blue outlines, An occasional light, the neighbour's smoking chimney and nothing. The rain falls hard on the roof, and I can sit inside, watching the world outside that I am for the time being retired from. It is a comforting thought, that as long as I am inside, alone, the world cannot get to me. And if they do, I can turn them all away. I am alone with my thoughts, my books and my movies.

Norwegian, however, does its best to intrude, and I will have to read some 70 pages. Later. T minus one and a half essay to New York.

Now there is thunder and lightning, too. I adore this weather. Though I pity dad, he has to walk home in this.