today is gray, and there is something strong in my soul that sings on these kinds of mornings. it's a side effect, i think, of years & years spent in the wet, cool seattle air. those evergreens rejoice for the rain and so do i. i've pulled up all the blinds today & am letting that even, beigey light flood this place while i clean. i think our little espresso machine may be buzzing more than once today, refilling my jar with espresso over ice, and there will be little breaks to sit in my favorite armchair, and spin a record while flipping through a book. i live for quiet mornings like these.