The first day was sunny and warm, the second day rainy and cold. I felt guilty about being sick the first day. On the second day...the rain gave me permission to stay in my PJs, drink hot cocoa, and wrap myself in ultra warm blankets. The guilt was lifted.
For some reason bad weather allows us to accept a quiet day, rest our bodies, even celebrate misery (in a good way). Now if I just had some pretty pink wellies to uplift every rainy day.
Photo courtesy of Amy Osaba
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