Today is just one of those days.
I’ve been diligently sitting at the table in front of my laptop for a while
now, trying to write a beautiful, eloquent blog post about the trip Adrian and
I took to Cambridge about a month ago. But nothing is coming out. Not that we
didn’t have a good time – we really did – but I am just unable to write
anything coherent today.
I blame the weather. Since I woke
this morning, I really have yet to see the sun. The sky is a whitish grey; the
cloud cover, absolute. Precipitation alternates between actual raindrops and a
dense, falling mist. The past couple of days, it has started to become much
cooler – a reminder that the English summer is now over. Out the window, water
droplets cling to the leaves of the fig tree, people walk by with heads down
under wet umbrellas, and roofs are shiny with rain.
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| The view from our back window into the communal garden. |
All in all, it is the perfect day
to cuddle up in a big sweater, sip a cup of tea, and finish my book. I would
apologize for the brief and unsatisfying post today, but I’m busy putting the
kettle on and fetching my copy of Jane
Eyre.
Blame the weather.
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| Flowers in our window-box. |
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