Coffee and a Square on a Rainy Day

It’s practically biological, the way that rain makes me crave cigarettes and coffee.

Of the three, rain, cigarettes, and coffee, none is particularly enjoyable or good to me.

But they match: rain is messy and miserable, cigarettes’ll give you cancer, and coffee’s basically lightweight heroine. And hell, if it’s going to rain, it might as well pour.

It’s sobering, how the buzz of caffeine and nicotine cut through the strange silence of a rainy day. Makes me alert to all the nothing that’s going on.

Look out the window, take a sip and a drag, and the world is good.