I tend to think that the most beautiful moments of my trips around my own country, or abroad, are those when the zephyrs blow chilly, and when raindrops bid me hello as I walk down slick city streets. It's an odd fascination, this perception of beauty which I have. It's not that my modus operandi is ala-Shirley Manson and Garbage which sings to the tune of "I'm Only Happy When It Rains", but rather, I suppose that I find pristine charm and elegance in things which are out of the ordinary.
Misery loves company. Apparently, the positive aspects of life love company even more so that does sorrow.
Picture = From somewhere in Iowa, USA.
MC
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
I tend to think that the most beautiful moments of my trips around my own country, or abroad, are those when the zephyrs blow chilly, and when raindrops bid me hello as I walk down slick city streets. It's an odd fascination, this perception of beauty which I have. It's not that my modus operandi is ala-Shirley Manson and Garbage which sings to the tune of "I'm Only Happy When It Rains", but rather, I suppose that I find pristine charm and elegance in things which are out of the ordinary.
Misery loves company. Apparently, the positive aspects of life love company even more so that does sorrow.
Picture = From somewhere in Iowa, USA.
MC
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