Summer time is soon about to end, and I did not even feel it. This season, it’s been pouring. Every now and then. In fact, it’s drizzling outside at this very hour, after a heavy downpour, and I can hear the pitter patter through the sheer silence of the night. It’s cold, damp, yet, magnificently pleasant.
A weather like this, and I have just had a rich creamy mushroom soup with some perfectly toasted bread crispies.
Finding joys in little things like these, make life a perfect reason to celebrate. No?