After weeks of constant sunshine, the rain is here. I woke up to the force of it last night, getting up to close my windows and fetch my blanket.
It's easier to breathe now, to ease into the grey-stained air and feel the way I do.
Right, I'm off to the library, to read and write and press my fingertips against the cold windowpanes. What's a better place to spend a thunderstorm than between shelves?
Painting by Christine Lafuente.
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