The clouds roll in, and cover the sky - a blanket of grey hangs overhead with just a sprinkling of rain. The earth is sodden and the air crisp, although today I can't see my breath as I exhale.
A day spent inside, looking out - the skeletons of my birch trees glistening with rain drops.
A home filled with love, and warmth, and the aroma of freshly baked muffins.
A morning spent with friends - the sounds of laughter and the smell of coffee. Children running, and playing, the echos of important conversations in little voices float from the hallway.
An afternoon of quiet - my friends have wandered to their homes, and my baby is asleep (although I fear he's almost not a baby anymore). I pick up my yarn and hook and begin to watch my work grow - something for the Niche Market. The stitches are beautifully defined, the piece soft and grey - a little darker grey than today's sky.
Although I look out the window - the rain has stopped and the sun is glowing through the clouds. Maybe there will be a little color in my day afterall x