Friday, October 12, 2012

Soft

Forty days and forty nights (and then some) without rain in this city known for rain, and I can finally sit upstairs in my solitary suite, in a fur coat, and listen to the rain on the roof.

I mean, isn't this what you would do?



 

6 comments:

  1. Listening to rainfall on the roof, is one of my favourite pastimes. No fur coat, however.

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  2. my gawd, how old is that coat?

    I, too, love sitting listening to the rain on the roof, or hitting the windows. I could also do it in a fur coat, with a scotch on the rocks.

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  3. Yes, that is what I would do, too ; )

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  6. Tara, I wish I knew how old it was. It was an odd gift from my late sister-in-law, who was a most unusual person. I was downstairs last night talking to Reilly, and saw it hanging in his closet (long story), so I put it on, went upstairs where it was cold, turned on the computer and the rest is history....

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