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Life is like my favorite chocolate...

Candy as metaphor - tasty, tasty metaphor.

I've recently developed quite a fondness for dark chocolate with sea salt. As I was listening to a sad song that makes me happy, I realized that my favorite sweet is a reflection of life - sweet and rich and touched with bitterness and the salty tang of tears, but good. The whole more than the sum of its parts, as they say. And I should probably not listen to sad songs and eat chocolate on cold, rainy days lest I wax ridiculously philosophical....

Still trying to get the hang of things around here, still unpacking the odd box and rearranging odds and ends.  But I've started randomly bursting into song again, so I suppose I feel more at home. Here's a handful of ramblings I jotted down the past week or two.

The cold, insistent rain drips a schizophrenic rhythm from the flat gray sky.
Tendrils of mist roll like phantom waves across the wet asphalt. 
Dry leaves blow in the chill autumn air and the first hint of woodsmoke mixes with the scent of damp earth.  

The summer is officially gone and the year continues to wane like tonight's pale moon.

As I was walking my dog the other evening after work, I noticed some odd behavior. She would stare intently at the ground with her ears forward, and then jerk back.  She did this a few times and then I saw it - a little brown toad sitting on the ground. It hopped right up onto my foot in an attempt to escape the dog's curious nose, and then quite calmly let me pick it up and regarded me with unblinking golden eyes. It was a rather lovely amphibian. I set him back down and my pup and I went on our way. It only occurred to me later that I ought to have given it a peck...

It was the wee hours when I let the dog out to pee the other night. It was clear and cool and 2:00 AM, so I didn't bother with the leash.  The dog was sniffing around when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. There was a fox, trotting down the street along the edge of the green space.  The dog didn't notice at first, but once the fox came level to us she perked up.  Thankfully I had a grabbed ahold of her collar when I first saw, so she couldn't take off after it. The fox spared us a glance over its shoulder as it passed, then it ducked into the shadows and disappeared.


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Oct. 14th, 2012 06:03 am (UTC)
dark chocolate with sea salt??? i'm intrigued and i need to find some and listen to my sad jams ASAP. chocos and emo tunes are like an elixir on cold rainy days. that being said, i'm glad you're starting to feel more at home. also, your writing is so lovely and atmospheric. just sayin'.

Oct. 14th, 2012 10:48 am (UTC)
Oh wow, love the encounters with your wildlife. I don't think I'd want to touch a frog, though I loved playing with them as a kid. The fox would be beautiful to see.

Glad to hear that things are coming together for you. :)
Oct. 14th, 2012 11:12 pm (UTC)
NOOOOO!!! Okay two things here...first of all you actually picked up a toad...pretty bad in my book. But then you failed to kiss the little prehistoric monster...ugh, I know, but at the same time, crikey your Prince... Hey ho...reminds me of the old joke where the fairy gives a old lady three wishes; so she chooses to be young, rich and have her loyal little dog made into her Prince Charming...except she'd have him castrated...

A fox woke us up this morning at 3am(ish) screaming like a banshee...it was on our front lawn close to our open window! Buster didn't know whether to be brave and bark or frightened and whine...but in the end dog and husband went back to sleep and left me fully awake, tossing and turning and yearning for chocolate!! I've seen that chocolate somewhere in Birmingham...need to go look for it...buy it and eat it...
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