December 19th: Los Angeles. Day 3 of constant rain. Love it
After bawling my eyes out and venting on the phone I take a shower. When I can't stop it's better to release my tears and introduce them to the free flowing waterfall from my shower head. I'm doing this to myself. Unfortunately emotional breakdowns sometimes aren't sensitive to the time or place of convenience.
After work, I enjoyed the soft pitter patter I felt on my peacoat versus the loud pitter puttering that hits my window. Weather can serve up many different fashion opportunities; I love when the themometer drops and forces me to bundle up or the summer forces me to uncover. Trends come and go but weather is a big infulence, although some ignore it. I know California doesn't quite agree, but I enjoy dressing for the seasons.
Rain is real, it is earth, and isn't as bad as everyone thinks. My tears are real and are human.
Goodnight.
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