Monday Morn

I tend to love days like these. Rainy, wind swooping, nest inducing.

A trip around the corner for provisions found me at the mercy of it all. Headscarf whisked right off, revealing bedhead. Glasses too dotted to retrieve and replace it in a ladylike fashion, let it fro. Wool coat and corduroy booties surrendered, too. Now wrung out and recovering in the tub. But I have croissant, coffee, blood orange and a day of languid pleasures ahead. And simulated sunshine in the form of this sleepy song.



Have a ______ day. (fill in your hearts desire)