On Friday last week, I awoke to the delightful sound of the whirling wind and rustling leaves trapped within it, realizing I had not been awoken by the monotonous cacophony of the scarlet alarm clock. Visualizing it as being an extravagantly exciting day, I quickly got ready, only stopping to sit at the table to endulge myself in homemade Belgian waffles, piled with only the grandest strawberries, topped with powdered sugar. I seized my orange camera bag, containing my Canon film single lens reflex lens camera, along with my three gleaming lenses. Mounting my road bicycle, I left out into the seemingly pleasant outdoors, with seemingly pleasant weather.
This pleasant weather took a drastic turn for the worse. Nearing on my fifth minute of cycling, foreboding clouds rolled in, foreshadowing the certain rain that was fast coming. To my advantage, I was wearing a raincoat, and to my great discomfort I was wearing jeans; jeans aren't very pleasant when wet through and through. To my later relief, I kept riding to meet my friend. The rain ceased for the latter part of the afternoon. As we rode around I couldn't help but sense a certain melancholy tone in the center of Olympia, as we captured photos of builings, allies, and the ominous train tunnels on the outskirts of the downtown. We later met other friends, and endulged ourselves in some fine pizza, so hot that it scalded my tongue. This day may seem averagely pleasing to some, but it was a splendid day for me.
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