rain.

I won't lie. Today is lonely.

I woke up around 6:30 this morning and just laid in bed, listening to the rain falling.

I knit and finished reading The Gentle Art of Domesticity, which made me long for a cozy home, a veggie garden, to make a quilt, to snuggle with someone.

I did find:

A pinhole bird on flickr.

I'm longing for a train trip like the one she describes.

And I'm in love with their house.

Hopefully the sun will come out soon.