the other day I was comparing notes with a classmate on experiences collecting seashells as a child. that excitment of finding the most brilliantly colored and shiny shells, only to let them dry and be sorely dissapointed as they revert to their powdery white calcified state. driving home in the rainshower today, I noticed the trees seemed even more vivid than before. I wondered if it was the same effect, then realized it was actually just due to the contrast between the bright colors and the dark gray sky. dissapointing realization, but either way I was sort of charmed by both the nostalgia of summers collecting seashells in north carolina and the hope that it actually was the same effect on the trees.
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i know what you mean about the rain storm and trees. but think of it like a sunset. it's that much prettier because you know it's only going to last for a short time, then it's gone. and it makes it so that each moment has it's own little lifespan, rather than being the same day in and day out.
oh my god what a perfect lissa post. i love you.
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