A slow and sleepy morning. Waking to the sound of cars passing on wet pavement. Then, the not-so-subtle progression to a sudden downpour – cocooning me in sound and presenting the feeling of being so very alone, but in the very best way.
Fresh flowers in winter white. Candles as my only light – the scent recalling cooler nights amidst mountains and dirt and tobacco and trees.
Wrapped in faux-fur blankets, wool socks, and flannel worn with wear. A kitty’s gentle snoring at my side. Miles. Ella. & Coltrane. The lilting snare and crooning trumpet stilling seconds, nine luxurious minutes at a time.
Rainy, romantic days like today. And the ability to soak up the beauty in every dripping moment.