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.

2 Comments:

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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