Today, at almost seven in the morning in Portland, it is raining. This isn't new - we've talked about the rain before, and I knew coming here that it was going to rain almost all the time after fall break. But my ceiling is quite thin (I think it's literally just the bottom of the roof) so there is lovely rain all the time. When there isn't, the rainy mood website will substitute.
I love the sound of rain. I love the way it almost sounds like music, crescendoing and then falling back into a diminuendo depending on how much there is. I love the bruise-coloured sky outside my window (not quite that electric gorgeous wintertime blue of Boston, but greyer somehow, darker). The cold and wet... I don't quite love it, I must admit, but I do appreciate it, if that makes sense.
I prefer to wake up early and do my work rather than to do it at night and sleep in, so this has been a lovely morning so far, cocooned in my lovely light-filled room, wrapped up in the soft and furry robe I stole from my brother ages ago, transparent curtains guarding against the outside world.
Have a lovely Monday, everyone.