talk about the weather
The weather here sucks, but not because it’s particularly brutal. I haven’t encountered a day that was any worse than what Columbus or Carlisle has to offer. The reason it sucks is that it messes with your emotions. A few days ago, I walked out of my flat to go to King’s Buildings for class and was blinded with sunlight. This was pure, unadulterated sunlight without the moody grey clouds that seem omnipresent about these parts. If there were clouds, they were the whispy white variety and nothing more. Well, it was the first sunny day for a while, so I was in a good mood, and the first thing I thought was, of course, skate! So, walking back from lectures, the weather was still good. I dropped by my flat, grabbed my board, and headed for bristo. There were some dark clouds forming, but it was sunny for the most part. I got to Bristo and skated for maybe twenty minutes before it started raining. Mother naturer you whore! From the window of my tutorial I could see that the rain had subsided. But could I skate? No, I could not as it had rained just enough to leave large puddles waiting to rust my bearings and delaminate my 7-ply. It’s just not fair