I love the boiling and smothering heat and the Bermuda High which sits upon us for so many weeks here. I love the cesspools all full of mosquitoes and other larvae and oh, those copious mountains that define the landscape will ever capture my heart (and break up funnel clouds). It brings joy to experience the temperance of the seasons as bout of calm before the winters which rival those of the North for a period. What about you?
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Oh God, I forgot to mention that. Thank you for reminding me
Also, I love the beginning of May happens and all the Wisteria and trees go into bloom and shade on a breezy afternoon. Also, I love going at 60 mph with the windows down after hotboxing a d00b in the summertime.
According to this that is the smell of ozone pushed down by the energy within the thunderclouds.
Awww ... come on. I love gnats flying in every orifice and African mosquitoes trying to give me malaria.
I love the stars, the feeling of nothingness you get when you try to comprehend them, and the crackling of a midnight bonfire.
In the daytime, I find it hard to get that excited, unless I'm really out in the sticks somewhere. I love pure isolated wilderness; where I can really feel I'm free and responsible for my own actions.
I often love being in outside to find the bounties and contemplate the endless potential I'm standing upon. Often in the fall we get a lot of rainfall so all the mircoflora bloom and it's mah favorite season. Also the smell of honeysuckle reminds me of my childhood so it often acts as a marker through the years.
Love: Everything else.
Awesome, now I know what that is.
I hate humidity, I hate the couple weeks of spring when all the snow is melting and turning dirt into mud and nasty slush all over the place and the air just smells like shit, I hate being bitten by bugs when you're trying to sleep.
I can tell you live further north than myself. Around the Springtime, snow is more rare here than the blizzard of '93. I have noticed tough the clay has a rotten smell in the springtime after all that freezing and contraction. I also love when I stumble upon a patch of fruit or Cannabis in the woods. The trying to get a meal is why I try to bring mosquito netting where I go.
On 2c-T-2 yesterday I saw a perfect example of ego death being played out right before my eyes. Watching the body slowly dissolve into nothing.
I also saw a perfect mandle brought fractal, with all the infinities on the edges and everything, that one might have been because of the drugs though.
Hate the ticks!
Camping = fun though