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Wednesday, December 7, 2011
A Night In The Rain @ 10:40 AM

Ayme resting her head on some balls

A Night In The Rain

So the last few days have been pretty melancholy for reasons I'll keep private. It's been raining a lot. Isn't it strange how when you're happy, the rain seems like a beautiful thing that makes you a little introspective and serene. . .and when you're sad, it just expands your sadness.

Ahh, but that's okay. I think rain is beautiful in any way. And sometimes sadness can make you see parts of yourself that you haven't seen before. A little sadness can be a good thing, I think.

Anyways, my friend Ayme came to NYC to spend a little time with me. Well, actually, she came to NYC to go to a 30 Seconds To Mars concert . . . I'm just a super added bonus. Kidding.

After her concert we met up and decided to walk to see the tree at Rockefeller Center (and apparently I can't spell Rockefeller). We had the worst luck; the tree turned off about 3 minutes after we got there. Hah! So we wandered around a little more and found this awesome seasonal water fountain sculpture like thing. And just got silly and took photos in the rain.

Like a child I am. . .


She's a child too.

A much needed break

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