It’s a rainy day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a novel…
Hello. Let’s get cozy.
It’s raining lightly in Philadelphia this morning and it’s just plain gorgeous. Two of the streets surrounding my apartment are cobblestone, and the cars make the most soothing sound on earth as they roll lazily around the corner, slowing to an almost stop to avoid slipping and sliding. In the distance, I can hear horse-drawn carts- the preferred mode of transportation for tourists in this historical section of the city and a calming little treat for residents.
Maybe it’s a sky like we have today that makes gray my favorite color. It smells like February when I stand by the window, and there’s just a hint of spring in the air, but this is one of those days when it’s perfectly acceptable to hibernate. Or, in my case, read.
I don’t know who this Celia Ahern is, but she certainly has the right idea.
Reading on a rainy day is one of the ultimate sensory treats. The sounds, the smells, the general feeling of rain just outside your window- and you, cozily snuggled under the warmest blanket in your house, waiting until the absolute last minute to get out and get started on your day, or maybe even calling in sick. Cough, cough, sneeze.
Oh, how I wish it would rain for just an hour everyday, like tea time, and we’d all be sent inside to enjoy our books and hot beverages. But until then, I’ll just savor this moment:
And this song of mine, in this rainy time, wishes you and yours the same thing too…