weekend viewing

Gotta love that Mr. Wilde.

it’s raining again

I love being home on rainy days. Curling up on the couch with a good book. Head against the window. A steaming mug of darjeeling or jasmine. Miki purring on my lap.

It’s funny how all my senses come alive. I listen to the rain hitting the skylight. A light breeze blows through the window, opened just a crack. I feel it brush my face. Stray raindrops sometimes make it through, landing on my arm, or the page. My fingers are wrapped around the almost-too-hot-to-bear mug. Miki’s a heavy, vibrating lump.

And I lose myself in another world.