It’s so subtly beautiful outside this morning. It’s been a string of sunny, clear mornings in a row, but today, at 6:30 ante meridian, the sky was dark and grey.
There’s still a mist through the air, and it feels like a damp fall evening, one best spent in front of a fire with a book in hand and the smell of wood in the air. If it weren’t for the fact that this is well into spring, this day wouldn’t feel so out of place. But alas, all the street lamps cast their yellowish light onto the streets, and all I want to do is lie in bed and listen to the wet tires of cars driving by.