It has been raining, softly. The sky changes from a light gray to an almost white to a moody indigo blue. Kind of beautiful, actually.
I can almost see it, me living here, with our big family (4 kids?!), somewhere in the woods, by a lake, maybe... in one of those old, yellow wooden houses that they have here. The weather is an eternal fall. We wear mittens and woolly hats and scarves... play in our unkempt, overgrown garden, run about and splash in puddles, as they do in movies, and laugh a lot, too.