rainy, foggy day

I love foggy, rainy days.  It's always so eerily quiet, except for a distant wind chime, or a bark of a dog.  Birds chirp softly as they flit from one tree to another.  The wind blows very faintly, slightly lifting tree branches.  Sometimes strong enough to make a wet, soggy leaf  float slowly to the wet, soggy ground.

For some reason, on these kinds of days, all I want is to live in a small english village (preferably Castle Combe) with a loud, old clock that chimes every hour.  With woolly socks, a hot cup of tea, and a good book in a small, quaint cottage. 

Yep, that's how I'd like to spend a rainy, foggy day.


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