There's nothing like waking up to rain. It feels like six and looks like six, but it's eight or so.
And if the lilacs are blooming outside, and it gets cold so the rain turns to snowflakes the size of bloody quarters, there isn't anything more surreal, and still gorgeous.
It got colder, and the snowflakes shrank. But then it got warmer and started raining again. Before eleven in the morning, we lived through two out of four seasons.
Live it up.
2 comments:
Are you going to journal about your feelings when cuddling with a kitten next?
I like playing the snow.
Hey, where'd it go?
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