bliss

I enjoy watching the fog roll in.  I love falling asleep to the percussive music of rain on the roof.  My soul sings in a thunderstorm. It’s genetic, apparently.  My kids are fall-winter/mist-and-rain lovers, just like their mum. All things in balance.  I’m not weather extremist.  I’m a devoted fan of the succession of seasons … Read more Inexplicable Elation