It very rainy in Nashville today. I went to sleep last night to the sound of the rain just starting to fall. It was very comforting. I realize now that most of the rain we’ve had recently has been lound, crazy storms, so this just plain old rain seems very calming.
I woke up this morning thinking one of the players in my dream was splashing in the bath, but really it was cars on the street outside running through puddles. (And my dreams were of people I haven’t seen in 20 years–the brain is a strange place.)
I would love to have a cushioned window seat to read in today. A window seat filled with plants, and looking out on to a green and grey landscape. A window seat like the one on the first floor landing in the house I grew up in. Hmm, today feels like a “house I grew up in” kind of day. Which is to say I’d like to be reading Harriet the Spy in that window seat or making complicated papercrafts for some childhood game of imagination.
Instead I will sort some stuff for a small project, and go to the Goodwill and the library. I will sautee vegetables and quinoa for lunch and drink lots of water. I wil try and squeeze some yoga in before work and call it all a good day.