There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.
Inky: like today rainy, windy, more rain and dark dismal skies. I loved it. At the 5 o’clock whistle I scampered out minus the raincoat, minus the umbrella and just held my face up to the sky like a parched blossom recognizing it saviour….
Quote: Different Season, Stephen King
Image: found at flickr
Doing? drying my hair and nursing a hot toddy..