A Journal of Days
"Forever is composed of nows." Emily Dickinson
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Rain Shapes the Day
1. The sound of rain on the roof while we sat in church made everything cozy.
2. Reading out on the porch while it rains.
3. At dusk, the light turns a misty pink and gray. It is beautiful through the panes of window, but gives an eerie feeling.
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