Ah, England

[sun_set_bravely]

It is a beautiful day outside, where thickly combed wind blows through bare branches and ruffles the rain's pattern on the empty tennis court in the park. The tall grey sky's light lifts gently every once in a while, but I know that it won't lift completely until tomorrow's sunrise, if then. It is deliciously dreary, very British weather, and I know I'm not the only one to feel gripped by creativity when the weather is like this--completely moody and thick with folds into which I can tuck myself with a pen and my memories. Having this part-time work makes my writing time bittersweet (and thus more productive)--I have a few hours, but not the entire day to write, so that time feels more valuable and precious precisely because it's limited.

It jumped up into the 50s today, which means that the heat came back on in our apartment--so much so that I had to crack the windows and turn on the fan. Our landlord has yet to figure out how to correct the very counter-intuitive heating system. Our heat is overactive when temperatures are above freezing, but below 32 degrees--when we need it most--the heat shuts off and we rush to the space heaters. Very bizarre.

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a beautiful entry!