“ For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me. The atmosphere and I became the same. Soft infinitesimal showers of microscopic bugs fanned down on my face as I slept, and they were extremely pleasant and soothing. The sky was starless, utterly unseen and heavy. I could lie there all night long with my face exposed to the heavens, and it would do me no more harm than a velvet drape drawn over me.
On the Road by Jack Kerouac
Little Hurricane
I am 19 years young. I am in 2nd year university studying English Literature and Psychology. Everybody blogs and now so do I.
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