Clouds.
There's nothing like a string of rainy days to remind you how wonderful it is to be cozy. When you're forced to stay indoors, and listen to the tiny pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the rooftop. Nothing escapes rain. It is nature's way of cleansing. And in turn helping us pause. If not a pause to open a barely used umbrella, but just maybe a pause that guides us to slow down and listen.
So today I will open my windows. Maybe just a crack. I want to be able to listen to the steady rhythmic reminder...slow down...slow down.
Quote of the day:
"Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself."
-Plato
| cloudy, rainy day... |
So today I will open my windows. Maybe just a crack. I want to be able to listen to the steady rhythmic reminder...slow down...slow down.
Quote of the day:
"Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself."
-Plato
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