Dark, Wet and Grey

After weeks of warmth and bright sunshine we got a thunderstorm and rain today. Pattering moisture, scents rising from the earth, diffuse grey light nibbling at the edges of perception. It is the colour and environment of when and where I grew up, prone to reminding me of curling up in a bed with a book, alone, untouched by humanity. Solitary, quiet, still. Unconscious connections with the english culture, or perhaps an english culture, a state of mind without pain or pleasure, without excitement or misery. An unthinking existence, like a deep pool still and hidden away from sight.