This, so far, has been the most wonderfully-dreary, rainy day. Chilly. Dark. Wet. I know it doesn’t sound like the type of weather from which dreams are formed, but I’ve been struggling in this yucky July heat to try and get into a wintery sort of mindset, just for a little while, for my writing. This sleepy, quiet, overcast morning? Just the ticket. So for it as well as a rambly list of other blessings, I am very thankful.
I’ll post again in a few days, whenever I’ve got more to write about.
Until next time.