the weather has been grey and wet the past three days. such atmosphere normally brings about a great laziness and sleepiness (coupled with the cold, you could call it a hibernation of sorts) to me, but with the excitement of chatting with a colorful bunch of spectators that feeling never got to completely sink in. i am feeling it today though, as if i were as slow as the cold rain that slinks down the panes of the bedroom window. such a soft chorus of drops in the periwinkle light of the day's first breaths coupled with the warmth of love and fluffy white bedcovers was sign enough that i surely did not want to get up this morning.
ah, today my heart is brimming with romantics. i would fancy a day to sit and organize the slippery poetics in my head to compose some --inevitably, still sloppy-- love letter. or perhaps just an afternoon to lounge and revel in the feeling. on days like these, nothing is more grand.
Devious Comments
(I love the poeticness of this entry also. Poetry is nice for the rain.)
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(thank you; it is very much.)
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