August 28th, 2002

Macbeth the Usurper

There is Oxygen

I woke up this morning at 4:30. Four - friggin - thirty. I never did get back to sleep. Even more surprising, there is oxygen at 4:30 in the morning. I didn't think there was any breathable air before 7:00 am, est. I am always amazed by reality. :) I wound up pulling out my iBook at watching Harry Potter for about an hour. I really couldn't take more than that. Pleasant book, Harry Potter, but I do find the film a bit too "wonderous". That sense of "wonder" and "awe" wears on me quickly.

Afte a while of lying awak, I realized that it was raining this morning. I don't mean just a little bit. It was raining a nice, steady rain. WOW!!! This summer has been a tough drought. This rain is very happy, welcome rain, despite the gray gloom that hangs like a pall over me.

There is a word that means: a literary device that uses the weather to indicate the mood of a story or passage. I can't remember what that word is.
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