Powder Grey, All Day

For some reason, I couldn’t get Wichita Lineman by Glen Campbell out of my head this morning. Maybe it’s the weather? But I had to come home and listen to it after my run. The weather has changed again and my morning meander¬†was pretty chilly. The geese have arrived and they were swimming around the pond this morning as I ran past. The fog muted the sounds of cars on the road, which made¬†the woods extra peaceful.

The sky has remained a powder grey, all day. It is the perfect day to stay in, drink copious amounts of tea and a read a good book. I’m reading a particularly good book at the moment about a bakery and the lives of the family who run it. I’m dreaming of cakes and bread and sugar cookies and cinnamon buns…