|~Underneath a magical umbrella tree in my front yard|
I would describe today as mystical because it is rainy and cloudy and cool. These are my favourite days. I simply love the dampness and the drops and the sensing that thirsty things are being satiated. Rainy days seem quieter and slower and fuller and I like it. I love being rained on it feels like nothing else and it bestows something though I don't know what it is.
Today's quote, as recited by my mother from a newspaper:
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.