A warm rainy sunday morning with a cool breeze through my open window. Crisp white sheets. On the table next to my bed i have a huge vase of white and greeny-yellow gladioli I picked up yesterday at the market. The fan slowly circles overhead. I can't remember the last time I got to loll in bed on a Sunday. And now, bonus raininess. The sound is so soothing. The street is quiet; everyone stayed home. More of this, please.

10:46 a.m. - 2014-06-01