today the fog clung softly like grey velvet.
it was a day for gently melancholy, smoky music.
and it was a day for earl grey tea.
lots and lots of earl grey tea.
raindrops hung from still-bare branches like sea-rounded quartz jewels. a greening swath of lichens shone brilliantly against rain-dark bark. baby leaves like stars clustered shyly toward the top of a tree.
the day was magic.
