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.