Day Three! Told you I’d be consistent.
I am going to be honest. I’m listening to Michael Bublé’s Christmas album right now.
Today did not make it easy to find something to be grateful for (especially when your leggings are soaked and stuck to you and require surgical removal, or coaxing with paper towels). Nevertheless, I was struck by the amazing weather when I went out later after the rain had moved on. The sky was grey and melancholy, and the wind allowed me to pretend that I was in some moody old town in New England. Seeing the clouds drifting by reminded me that the weekend is coming. Well tomorrow is Friday, which is basically the weekend, right? And that means going home, which means family, which means happiness. And the renaissance festival in Houston!
So thanks rain. You reminded me that just like storms that tear through the area, there is still an ethereal beauty in nature.
That being said, I am still bitter about the fact that you ruined my Toms earlier.
Yay rain! Yay for fridays! I’ll even throw in an honorable mention to my wellies for pulling through.