Today, I am feeling this painting in my bones.
Rainy Day on Fifth Avenue by Childe Hassam (1893)
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Art for a Rainy Day: After the Rain Gloucester by Paul Cornoyer
After the Rain Gloucester by Paul Cornoyer.
[Intermezzo] Rainy Days and New Duvets
It’s drizzling. Cool. A haze of rain. Grey. Nonstop. A wall of grey.
Haven’t stepped foot outside since the last sunset. Don’t plan on breaking this chain. Not today. Today my will is adamantine. Hard as a scimitar. Laziness, my chosen luxury.
Furthermore…
Someone else brought a package in, retrieved the mail. All junk, anyway. Glad I didn’t waste those fifteen seconds. Time spent under a new duvet is precious, irretrievable. Pushing it off is forsaking a cloud in favor of the gutter.
Furthermore…
Tea doesn’t steep through telekinesis. Mugs aren’t self-sugaring. Spoons do not come with ‘automatic stirring’ buttons.
Furthermore…
Books exist to be read. Aged pages feel good when rubbed between fingers, the scent produced intoxicating.
It’s drizzling. Cool. A haze of rain. Grey. Nonstop. A wall of grey.
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Rain on the River by George Bellows (1908). Collection: Rhode Island School of Design Museum. Public Domain.
Daily Diversion #128: Do Not Be Angry With the Rain*
Rainy Day Window
* “Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.”-Vladimir Nabokov
Daily Diversion #102: Writers Need Relaxation, Even if it is Forced Upon Us
My Internet connection decided to play hooky this afternoon. It went away, leaving an onslaught of cold rain in its place. I ignored them both, sliding into a hot bath fragrant with salt, book in hand. It wasn’t a waste, but a swirling respite. A challenge. A challenge to be calm, if only for a few moments.
Bath time
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