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Shut UP! It's nothing. Just go back to sleep. There's nothing out there.
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Piss off. It's fine. Nothings happening. Just roll over and go back to sleep.
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Just your imagination. Too many drinks at the film festival.
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No. It's too warm tonight.
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That smell. That unmistakable smell.
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DAMN!SHITE!F*#@!CRAP!ASS!DAMNIT!!
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The sound dies down as I run to the basement for a towel.
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The towel is a poor substitute for the zip-on windows I've left at my house. My car is wet. I'm wet.
A dark cloud hangs over my head as I trudge back to the house for more towels.
*grumblemumblegrumblefrigginrainforestgrumblemumblefiveinthestupidmorninggrumblemumblegrumble*
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I grumble my way back to the basement. So many towels. My feet are cold and wet.
The dark cloud follows me back in the house where the rain beats down, with less enthusiasm than before, on the skylight.
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I stalk back towards my bed, but on the way I catch sight of something:
Behold, in all it's glory; my city. It beams at me from across the water, through the haze of morning fog, through the immutable drizzle, which I have come to know so well. It begins to vanish now in some spectacular place between land and sky, where the clouds meet the fog. A cruise ship glides under the bridge. I wonder briefly about who's on board. At 5 in the morning, who's awake? I would have been. I hope one person on that ship was looking up at the bridge as they swept effortlessly under it. Watching, enchanted, as the lights of the city slip away and reemerge in the mist. I hope someone was watching.
Stop. Listen.
I throw open the window.
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Ah. There it is.
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There's a slight breeze. It's warmth betrays the weather outside. Damp trees and wet grass. I love this smell. It smells clean.
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The fog is lifting already. Every light in the city shines with a renewed kind of radiance. Stanley Park, once drowned in the white haze rolling in off the water, now stands brilliantly silhouetted against the first morning light. Black forest against an ever-lightening blue horizon. The black clouds are gone, including the one I brought in the house. I retire to bed, for a few more hours, to the welcome sound of *pitter patter* and all the smells of this great city, floating in on the gentle, warm breeze. Foreshadowing. I foresee a sunny morning.
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