It is rainy and cold-ish here in Boston. But it’s August, so the cold feels novel and exciting; wisps of balalaika music float in the air, the drizzle could be snow with just a heaping tablespoon of imagination, and the grey sky after days of sun looks refreshing and design-y, like switching to Helvetica Neue Light after writing most of your email in Arial.
It’s not that winter is romantic; it’s just that summer is too damn hot.
Here is a flower, on our rainy Boston porch.
In other news, we are both feeling mostly better, and Dunder & Mifflin are still showing us their very-alive fishy faces.