— this is really happening

God made rainy days, so gardeners could get the housework done.

The brooding skies outside are tempting me. I’m being lulled into myself as the winds begin to pick up. That static electric is beginning to buzz.

Virginia Woolf has been taking me home these past few weeks. Here’s some more. 

All that evening the clouds gathered, until they closed entirely over the blue of the sky. They seemed to narrow the space between earth and heaven, so that there was no room for the air to move in freely; and the waves, too, lay flat, and yet rigid, as if they were restrained. The leaves on the bushes and trees in the garden hung closely together, and the feeling of pressure and restraint was increased by the short chirping sounds which came from birds and insects.
– from The Voyage Out

To enjoy freedom, if the platitude is pardonable, we have of course to control ourselves. We must not squander our powers, helplessly and ignorantly, squirting half the house in order to water a single rose-bush; we must train them, exactly and powerfully, here on the very spot.
– from The Common Reader

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