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cimorenehmmmmm. what do i love. i love how when you walk out of an overairconditioned building the heat is wet and it wraps around you like a blanket and crawls up your nose and your mouth.
when your back hurts and you sit down in a warm car.
driving into the sunset and it's the color of orange juice, but it only shows between the leaves because the whole horizon, any way you turn, is covered with trees, and their leaves show up like black lace over the light.
playing with the hose in the summer, because the south has these SKIES that you don't get anywhere else that aren't white or blue, they're fucking GOLD, like beaten metal, and the drops of water fly up into them and get heavy and pregnant with lustre and drop to the ground in graceful drunken arcs.
politeness. assholes who hate your fucking guts (and it's mutual) dive to pick up your pencil when you've dropped it, rush around you to hold the door.
when you feel lonely and you meet a stranger's eyes and you both smile.
the highways. i love the littler highways, the twisting through embankments and our piney+deciduous forests that are just. gorgeous. the forests, i love the forests. i love walnuts and pecans and oaks. i love the blankets of kudzu on everything.
azaleas. i'll never be able to live somewhere where azaleas don't bloom at easter.
lorelei's thread here.
when your back hurts and you sit down in a warm car.
driving into the sunset and it's the color of orange juice, but it only shows between the leaves because the whole horizon, any way you turn, is covered with trees, and their leaves show up like black lace over the light.
playing with the hose in the summer, because the south has these SKIES that you don't get anywhere else that aren't white or blue, they're fucking GOLD, like beaten metal, and the drops of water fly up into them and get heavy and pregnant with lustre and drop to the ground in graceful drunken arcs.
politeness. assholes who hate your fucking guts (and it's mutual) dive to pick up your pencil when you've dropped it, rush around you to hold the door.
when you feel lonely and you meet a stranger's eyes and you both smile.
the highways. i love the littler highways, the twisting through embankments and our piney+deciduous forests that are just. gorgeous. the forests, i love the forests. i love walnuts and pecans and oaks. i love the blankets of kudzu on everything.
azaleas. i'll never be able to live somewhere where azaleas don't bloom at easter.
lorelei's thread here.
