Its a rainy Sunday in January. Things are slick and gray and slippery so it feels like winter even if it isn't that cold, and its hard to get out of bed when the sound of rain is soft and romantic and frighting. Rain drops are wonderful when you are sheltered, but shattering if you are caught in the open world.
I have been called away from the computer and my chain of thought since writing the above, so I have no idea where I was going with that, but the sentiment is wonderful isn't it? Or at least it sounds nice and so I'll leave it where I left it. Only to add that today will be a day of small things and simple adventures accompanied by rain drops and old time country music on the radio.
1 comment:
I love it - but I'm glad it's not raining here. Of course, if we had precipitation is would be snow since it's so cold :)
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