Its raining..., a misty rain that clouds the air and coats everything in a spray of moisture. The swish of the cars as they go past on the wet roads, the trickle of water running down the drain pipes...
Droplets hover on bare branches like crystalline snowdrops....
The air is fresh and crisp, like the world has been washed anew...
And here I sit, snug in my nice dry cocoon. It will be a quiet day in the shop, wet days usually are. I have the whole day ahead of me, alone but not lonely. Absorbing my solitude, rare that it is these days, and creating little hearts. I have hauled out the vintage fabrics, needle and thread. This is the life! My life...
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