was one of those chillier (but not too cold), rainy, gloriously melancholy days. And one of the first ones we’ve had at that.
The kind where the only drink you want is an earl gray latte with a shot of vanilla. I think they’re called London Fogs? or Cambridges? Not important.
The kind where Andrew Bird plays softly through your speakers, keeping you awake yet calm.
The kind where life seems to slow down a little bit.
I know the land around here has needed one of these constant rain days.
I think that I have too.
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