... well I'm sort of hoping it'll stop enough for me to get home dry this time.
It's been a Neruda kind of day. I came in to work as it was destined to rain and I had much to do to catch up and get ahead.
I'm always amazed at how much I can do on a weekend day at work. I achieve more in two hours than I do a normal day, with no interruptions, no segues. So, as much as I refuse to make a habit of it, at times it's very effective.
The rain did start. And I enjoyed the strange pearly light coming in my two office windows, a pearly glow that got progressively darker, until it begain to feel a little apocalyptic. At its heaviest the rain has been magnificent.
I warmed myself with my stash of peppermint tea, some Godiva dark chocolate pearls, and this beautiful scene from Truly, Madly, Deeply (1990 - has it already been 21 years?!)
//Update: The sky cleared, the barometric pressure dropped... all is cool and fresh now - heaven.
2 comments:
Beautiful and atmosphericwriting, I felt like I was right there with you...
I do not work weekends, but used to. Now I live almost 100 miles away from my work.;)
But I recognize the stillness and the effectivity.
Have a lovely week dear G,
xoxo
That's a long commute, you have, but it sounds worth it, from what I've read on your blog of late, dear Z!
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