I wasn’t going to write today, but the rain out­side smells too good to go with­out being men­tioned. It’s been rain­ing all day, and as Trolley noted, the stench of Spring rot has been washed away. All that’s left is a refresh­ing chill, and I imag­ine myself on an café patio, dressed in lay­ers, shar­ing a warm drink with some­one on an iron wrought table. The con­ver­sa­tion would be heavy (with a light tone), and the music com­ing from the open glass doors could only be Anni Rose by Tulku.