First, an eccentric anecdote from my life.
I think machines, electronics and other such mechanisms can read my mind. Every single time I think, "Hey, my phone hasn't spazzed out in a long time!" it spazzes out within five minutes. And at work, every time I think, "Hey, the postage machine hasn't ruined any envelopes all day so far!" it manages to jam several envelopes all on its own within five seconds of me thinking this, without fail. They also have it out for me today. My car has been growling at me. My bathroom door locked from the inside, while I was outside of it. I dropped my straightener, like I do basically every day, but today it bent in half. It still works, but it just about gave me a heart attack. And now, let's talk about the weather.
Today was another gorgeous day somehow, not a cloud in the sky, even though it's December. It was colder and about a thousand times windier than yesterday. The wind makes the frame around my window creak and the door in the fence to the backyard swing back and forth and bang shut like someone's coming. Everyone is praying for snow, but who are they kidding? We live in Portland, Oregon. There was another gorgeous sunset, of course. For how much it looked like a painting (a lot), I think just the memory of it will last me until summer if there isn't another sunset before then. I wasn't lucky enough to get off of work in time to snatch a picture and capture it in all its glory, but as I was driving home, the moon was almost a better surprise. It was so close to the hills, and so bright, and looked so big. I think I almost like the moon better than sunsets, now. When you can see it through the clouds, it's brilliant. It's the kind of thing that when you see it out your window before you go to bed, you can't help but go outside and just look at it for a half an hour. And then when you go back inside, you fall asleep looking at it again through your window. Maybe that's just me. I wish the city wasn't so bright, so I could see the stars, too.