Rainy Sunday

A rainy day comes as a relief. Rain is your pass to stay inside, to retreat. It's cozy and safe, hanging out on this side of the gray. But then the sun comes out in the afternoon, and there's disappointment, even fear, because the world will now resume, and it expects your participation. People will get dressed and leave their houses and go places and do things. Stepping out into the big, whirling, jarringly sunny world--a world that just a few minutes ago was so confined and still and soft and understated, and refreshingly gloomy--seems overwhelming.

-Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life, Amy Krouse Rosenthal

Wrapped in a quilt, laptop perched precariously on my lap and coffee on a table beside me, I come to you from my living room where I am able to look out the window at a rainy Sunday morning. Here's to hoping that it stays this way all day. This way there won't be a need to face the sunny world.