I feel wonderfully nostalgic, yet content at the same time.
Enya's music seems more poignant when listened to outside in the rain, add in the the Fae-like atmosphere. It's times like this when my world, Ithreal, and all my characters -- Cilla, Tovah, Skyrian, Gana... -- seem so close. Just out of reach.
Sometimes that feeling is painful, sometimes it's exhilarating.
The wind begins to pick up and chill my hands so I turn back for the house. Along the way I glance at the rising waters in the creek and quietly send up a small prayer for those facing flooding and worse.
There is no Hammie to run beside me, Hooey to trot ahead, or Molly to greet me at the door, they're safe and warm on their rugs in Da's studio. The little chickens had probably finished eating now and are snuggling down together under the light. Everything has a cozy feel to it. Cozy gets me thinking: time for a cup of tea and a good 1920's mystery.
Today my sister flies back, so I have a feeling everyone will kind of take the day off. Spend time doing the small things that often get pushed aside, like writing letters, drawing and painting, wandering through the pages of Scripture in search of good verses for handmade cards. That sort of thing.
Life's been a bit of a curveball of late, so I'm making today a day of rest and thought.
I hear leaves drinking rain;
I hear rich leaves on top
Giving the poor beneath
Drop after drop;
'Tis a sweet noise to hear
These green leaves drinking near.
And when the Sun comes out,
After this Rain shall stop,
A wondrous Light will fill
Each dark, round drop;
I hope the Sun shines bright;
'Twill be a lovely sight.
The Rain by William Henry Davies
Have a listen...
Until the sun shines,
-Gwyn
Made me feel cozy ^_^
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