and yes... the warm still air of summer introduced itself to me one day at 2pm, upon walking out of the cell to see the world up close, it came along, like a sneak preview, and then disappeared the next day to leave space to the uncertain drizzle of neurotic rain... and then to choppy hysterical rain that is so typical of this city where the wind comes from five different directions, and your umbrella will flip back, helpless in front of the natural violence... while you run to work frustrated because you'd rather be running around splashing in puddles and screaming at the world that today you are free, freed from the necessity of having to go to work, free to splash around in puddles instead. and i realized that i wouldn't really hate choppy perth rain if i weren't working.