Low pressure area is making The Blue Cottage, bluer than usual. And not in a good way...But it seems like the perfect atmosphere for meandering and poetic thoughts.
The sun is hiding behind austere clouds,
Fog slowly creeping in through half open windows and crevices,
Empty mugs of coffee stand one after another,
A hearty soup leisurely cooking on the stove,
A tower of tangled pillows and blankets beckoning me to slide back underneath…..
I would love to have the sun out instead and haphazardly skip to this song, oh well...
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