Saturday, November 22, 2008

Stormy Days Of Winter

I lie in bed on this Saturday morning listening to the rain spill out of the sky in large cascading drops. The sun is nowhere to be seen hiding behind dark purple clouds.The wind blowing over the ocean waters creating white caps as far as the eye can see. Its high tide and the waves hitting the shoreline with the force of freight train speeding down the tracks. I listen as they crack the shore. Some say I am crazy for my weird obsession with bad weather. I think it’s mysterious and majestic with a life of its own. I can’t help enjoy the storm while having my cup of hot tea.
I think I’ll curl up with a good book.

The perfect day!

Tell me what makes a perfect day for you?

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