rainy days and mondays (erm, wednesdays?)

So I realized today that I didn't make the big, one week blog entry. You know that one that everyone does when they've been somewhere amazing and surreal (cough New York cough) for exactly a week. But I feel it's unnecessary. I mean what's so special about one week that isn't special about one day. The city is, cliche as this may sound, magical. When you're down in the morning, something simple as rain against your window, or having someone to go to dinner with, or seeing an old friend can pick you up and twirl your mood around. Today was good. It was wet and cold but there is a comfort in the rain that sometimes the sun in all its brilliant array can't provide. And there is a refreshing feel in sitting in a dining hall at a table of newly found friends that is reminiscent of summer and the first days of school all mixed together. The sound of the city and the rain and the wind are all curling together into a low hum outside my window right now and I feel so content I might explode, or implode, is that the correct word? I feel like these are the kinds of days when brilliant works, and songs, and deeds are written and done.

-Mandy

"We'd watch the shapes the rain would make, falling down the window of our bus. I said they reminded me of paper ponies blowing free, you said they reminded you of us." - The Felice Brothers