It's raining. I'm in a wonderful mood. I love the soft, grey light, the lowering clouds, the quiet melody of hushed tones as the rain falls through the bare branches and onto the ground. My whole body relaxes. I feel intellectually clear, alert, inspired. Walking my dog is peaceful as we investigate the dripping hedges and shimmering pools in the convent grounds across the street. All the greens seem so luminous, the harsh edges of the world softened by the silver mist that drifts over us.
At home, I listen to Lush and watch the cats watch the rain. We sit in companionable silence, and I think about life, and past loves, and how strange it is to be so content with so little. Life is good.