Adjectives on the Typewriter

she moves her words like a prizefighter

05 April 2006

...gone faster than the smell after it rains...

Walking across the quad in the light rain, I was surprised to find that the smell of wet grass reminded me of parks, and brought me almost instantly to several distinct scenes from my childhood. I am comforted that my memory is indeed triggered by smells, since sight and sound so often fail me.

Also, I can no longer accomplish anything while in the confines of my room. It possesses some constraining force that binds my mind and suffocates all thoughts struggling within.


Blogger Tands said...

I've considered going to Gonzaga once. Not much came of that consideration. However, I adored Seattle. I've been there twice, but nowhere else in Washington. I had a layover in Spokane and have always been curious about it. Do you mind, when you have time, posting a few lines about your city and school? It doesn't matter if it's here or on the main page. Thanks.

April 6, 2006 at 11:33 PM  
Blogger Daisy said...

Ohhh, you have found me, you inquisitive Emmillee. :D

April 8, 2006 at 1:50 PM  

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