Maybe it’s the Seattle in me. But I love a rainy night.
Being inside, cuddled up with the snuggle bugs, a book, a movie, a laptop… hearing the rain on the roof… it’s a cozy feeling. You’re inside, protected. Warm.
As I’m looking for places to buy (yes, I’m still looking, I now have put nine offers out there, and still no place), I have to say I am a bit bummed when I check out a place that is on a lower level. Partially because I know that no matter what, the unit above me will have an 80 lb person that still sounds like they have elephant feet on cocaine, but also, I’ll miss out on hearing that blessed sound of rain on the roof.
It always seems that no matter what things are happening in life… with work, relationships, health, love, stress… the simplest things are always the most enjoyable. Walking along the beach. Tasting a sweet peach. Smelling a Cinnabon (but not eating it). Riding a roller coaster. And listening to the rain on the roof.
Well, I have this sound now. I’m able to hear it, cozy on up, and enjoy it. Take the time to sit in the moment, listen, hear, feel those things around you, and be thankful for that moment 🙂 Have a great weekend!
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Haven’t heard that song in forever…thanks!