It's raining in the city today and I'm home from work early enough to sit by an open window and enjoy the cool air and serenity that it casts over the towers and roads, before it gets too dark to see or too cold to bear.

When I was younger I couldn't stand the rain, it always put a dent in plans or ruined my hair or make up: these days I'm neither that busy or that vain; and I am loving sitting here with Baxter curled on my lap, a warm cup of tea resting on the window pane and reflecting on my life, plans and regrets; all that seem to wash away with the rain and become clearer by the moment the clouds disperse.



14th St NE Atlanta Georgia