I love a rainy day, I love a rainy day.

All day  the rain fell slowly, the leaves showered down, red and gold, and my world could not have been prettier.

I hear the rain now at 9:00 p.m. as it hits the metal top of the carport in back, and I can hardly keep my eyes open.

What is about a slow rain that soothes our nerves and whispers calming thoughts? For me, the rain means welcome isolation. Alone is not so bad anymore. Both Tiger and Rocky are soundly sleeping inside.

I'm glad I'm not camping in the woods. I'm glad I'm not driving as I did on Tuesday of this week - all day in the rain. I'm thankful I'm not homeless and sleeping in a cardboard box to escape the rain.

I sit in what will become my office when I finally get everything moved out of this room and get it painted. Right now it is one big jumble of boxes, papers, and furniture in odd places. I try to imagine what it will look like - sepia tan paint, woven blinds the same color. I can't see it, but it will surely be better than it is now.  

view from my office window

When I work here, I will sit at this window that looks out on my woods. Before long the leaves will be gone, but the winter view, with or without snow, will draw my eyes out to see what nature holds.

one of the deer outside my window last winter

 Deer feed on the slope almost in my yard. Various birds fill my woods throughout the year. Wild turkeys move in clumps silent as snow flakes falling.

I look forward to winter when all is quiet here in the mountains. I will write and work on the business of writing in my new office.
What are your plans for winter? Will you finish that manuscript? Will you finally submit a poem or short story?