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today when I left the office, it was properly angry outside. this is, of course, as distinct from just "gloomy", which is high-30s or maybe low-40s, low overcast, cold, and maybe starting to rain (despite the air feeling dry, because of how cold it is); the net result, perhaps, is the same, but the feeling is definitely not. you don't want to go outside when it's gloomy.
instead, when I got on my bike, it was in the mid-50s. 75% of the sky was clouded (to the east was, inexplicably, clear), and the clouds were roiling clumps and mixtures of dark grey and light. the air was soakingly, suffocatingly wet, a threatening guillotine of precipitation. the wind was at odds with itself, too, facing entirely the wrong direction; my usual five mile an hour headwind had turned into a fifteen mile an hour tailwind. the atmosphere was so angry, in every conceivable way. it cursed and raged and occasionally spit a few droplets at me, almost taunting. if it knew how to thunder and lightning here in California, it would've. the fury and the discontent summoned: "come and get it! you just gonna stand there?"
it was tempting to go rocketing straight to escape velocity, point the bike into the hills and just keep moving until my lungs and chest were burning.
but yet, for some reason, I didn't. is that what being an adult is like? maybe I should have after all; to hell with being an adult.
oh, well. it'll be there next time.
I hope.
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