Catch a falling raindrop.
What are the odds that you'll walk right into a place you'd conjured up in your mind some time ago? The screening room at Cosy Canape was uncannily similar, so despite the strange deja vu, I felt very much at home.
Had a nice long stroll in the drizzle, amidst the Christmas fairy lights. Each drop of rain on my bare shoulders seemed to take a little of the week's tension along with it as it evaporated. It might as well have been snowing, if I imagined hard enough. Caught up in the winter imagery, I stuck my tongue out to catch a falling raindrop.
The smartest thing I probably can do right now is to stop thinking and indulge in some more of Nora Roberts' romantisicm. I intend on getting work done tomorrow.
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