It has been raining incessantly for the past 48 hours. I would have welcomed it with open arms and a melancholic mind if not for the cold winds that comes with it. I’m allergic to cold weather. Not that severe but enough that all exposed skin gets itchy and unbearable.
But today the sun is shining brightly. It is rare (seeing as I’m such a nocturnal being nowadays) that I can stay awake enough to see the sun rise.
One of my favorite sanctuaries in the house is the rooftop, where I can smell the morning air and watch the sun rise. And because of the wireless connection I’ve set up within the whole house, I can bring my trusty old Powerbook with me and write as the sun peaks through the silhouette of the surrounding trees, a cup of freshly brewed coffee in hand.
Ah, the sun has just broken through the trees.