035 A - While remembering a fond rain

I have a cold. I have prepared the house to show potential future renters. Our homesteading has been winterized and stored. Covid is over. 

I said that to my co-workers they said "No No No No No". I said it to friends they said "Fuck No Fuck No Fuck No". But look outside, I said. "I know, but". I know, I'm kidding. 

Sometimes I have these small reveries where I kinda freeze and am transported to a strange alternate timeline with startling and specific details. Always something a little different, with a little more detail. I concentrate as much as I can but just as I'm about to gain insight, I fade back to the now and the vision and knowledge vanish. When I am in a season of these storms, I start to yearn for them.

"How long?" Seventeen years, maybe? "No serious repercussions?" No. "How do they make you feel?" Terrified and exhilarated. "Fuck." Yeah.

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