Drizzly Days, Drowsy Days

Today is a drizzly day. The sky is a steady grey and it seems to go on forever: unchanging, uninterrupted, unending. It's actually sort of pretty as long as my observations continue to be made from a window.

You can only see the raindrops if you look for them against the wet, black, boughs of the trees and everything is cloaked in the misty haze of raindrops. Their quiet tapping drowns out the normal noises a bit making the day seem quieter somehow. Softer. Almost like the world itself is wearing a sweater.

Drizzly days like this have always made me sleepy. The best things I can conceive of involve books and soft blankets and a pillow or three. Drizzly days like these are to be enjoyed.