In the last several days as I drove into work in the small hours of the morning I have meandered my way through a heavy fog, laying still across the city.
This morning the air was heavy with the scent of rain and the clouds were low and full. There was a bit of that cold wet chill.
Can you close your eyes and smell the rain in your imagination? That is the world that surrounds me now. Still. Hushed. Sprinkling.
Each moment is laden with the promise of rain.
Pure. Simple. Beautiful.
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