A nice fog has rolled in once again, filling the still-drippy morning with its rich scent. The rain has been pleasant, and might continue through tomorrow. Now that the rains are warmer, I'm enjoying them more, so I don't mind. I have nowhere to go, anyway, so I'm content to stay in and watch the bright beads fall from the mossy mulberry tree and splash in the shimmering pool collected below it.
cinedude (shhh) wrote this. The usual nostalgia warning applies, though I hope there is a bit of amusement with it this time.