Today is stormy and wet and there is thunder, yet it’s still warm. This is my favourite weather along with spring and perhaps hot baked summer days in cold water. Wildness nourishes me. My friend has been trying to ‘type’ me recently. I’m not exactly sure what that means aside from the fact there are types of people according to some sort of personality test based on qualities and attributes. My friends are pretty excited about it though and I don’t mind them trying in the slightest, even though I think I’m pretty unique. I haven’t always fit sow well, and this case seems to be no different. They are struggling. One of them has decided I am a type I forget the name of aside from the fact rational is in the title and my friend has only come across two of them before, one of them being a teacher I have conflicted feeling about. Anyways, I was asked a bunch of questions and most of them seemed to fit in pretty well with my world view, so it’s not like this is completely inaccurate. One thing I was asked, or more like told, is that I need to be around people, a lot. It’s true, but here is also where I lose faith in these kinds of tests, because as much as I need to be around people, I also need nature, I need stars and lighting and wet grass. I need lakes and mountains and to get away from electronics every once in a while (ironic, seeing that I’m writing this on my laptop). I never feel more inspired then when outside. I never feel more at peace either. Today  I ran out on the wet lawn and danced like a little kid, spinning and prancing, and for a moment, when I glanced down at the placed I’d trampled the grass, I thought, there are impressions of joy. Basically, I’m glad it’s finally raining.