drizzle

the past few days have been filled with the sound of rain on the windowpane. there really isn't much that can compare with that sound. the seasons are changing and the rains are beginning. i couldn't be happier about it. opening doors and feeling the rush of cold air across your face. zipping up jackets and putting on hats. gloves, mittens, and hot chocolate. reading a book by the fireside with a myriad of blankets. the smell of apple cider wafting through the air. the end of sandals and the beginning of boots. the end of the beach novel and the beginning of something russian. dark mornings and dark evenings. pumpkins, turkeys, and christmas trees. being warm inside and watching the snow gently blanket the world outside. all of this begins with the rain i hear now. blissful.