hey that's a morning moon

Dreamt about an older version of Callie, but Hunter was the same age.

Listened to the rain for ages, sounded like taps on full blast coming through my window.

Cleared some floor space in my new room and woke up feeling like it was a different space altogether.

Flowered tablecloth treasure from Meow for $20 (a splurge) now hanging in the window and I'll love to look at it every morning.

Now the rain is falling silently. Still coming down fast, but in such slim drops-to-streams that it seems to meet the ground gracefully. Barely visible actually, unless seen in front of the giant old pine tree's shadows.

Thinking about a lot of things, but also nothing really in particular. It's so quiet, that's nice.