Being at home, surrounded by water, is one of the loveliest feelings. We’ve had a last-gap spell of rain, almost like a tail in the whip of monsoon but more wintery in feel.
Before this spell of nearly uniform grayness set in, the workers a few houses over completed their swiftly leveling of the building. I’m not sure if the work has stopped since because of the rain or if it’s that this set of workers have completed their goal—demolition—and a different crew is coming in to pick up where they are leaving off.
The result is silence, except for the sound of rain coming down on two sides
Recovering and with nowhere specific to be, I’m able to enjoy a mug of tea and a cozy cat and (soon) a book, surrounded by the sound of rain. I’m lucky.
After a while the crows come in waves, sweeping around the house as they fly, dark against the grey clouded sky.
It’s a day for making potato-cauliflower soup and crumpets and staying warm.