It’s raining in LA.
The relentless blue skies in Southern California can become oppressive. Waking up to the sound of rain… to moisture in the air… to a darkened sky…. My spirit does nothing short of rejoice.
I woke up early, around six. I made a huge pot of coffee, lit candles, put on slippers. I’ve got music playing now, and I’m zooming through my freelance work for the day. The cat is following me around, eyes wide and dark, begging to be cuddled.
A morning like this is magic.