I woke up yesterday morning surprised at the grayish timbre of my room. I knew it was raining but since our blinds were drawn I couldn’t see it from my bed.
There was a nice chill permeating the whole house when I went down the living room, making my sugarless, black coffee an even more welcome sensation on my palm and then down my throat.
After breakfast, I succumbed to the temptation of sprawling across the daybed. I read the Sunday papers in that position. After I finished the papers, I went back to the book I am currently reading. In between I snuggled with my little daughters.
I looked out the window and watched the rain falling. I’m not used to this kind of rain. What we usually get here is a violent downpour. But yesterday, what we had was of the gentle pitter-patter kind. It was like that for the most part of the day.
I snuggled some more with my kids. Sunday never smelled so wonderful.