Impressions of a rainy afternoon

Edit: I actually wrote this yesterday, but didn't post it. So just imagine you can time-travel and you're reading this on Wednesday night.

As I’m writing this I can hear the rain falling softly on my window, my heater is on and even though it’s May I’m wearing a thick sweater. I love days like this. When it rains and you can just let your mind wander. That’s why I didn’t want to write any serious posts today. I just wanted to make a cup of tea, sit back and appreciate this sweater weather. Still, I thought it would be nice if you could enjoy it with me. So I decided to give you an impression of my rainy afternoon, which also gave me a good excuse to play around with my camera.

Rain in May is a strange and lovely thing. The trees are green, you can hear the birds sing, yet the sky is threateningly gray. Somehow it makes for the loveliest symphony of soft chirps and falling raindrops as well as the sweet smell of flowers with that of the one-of-a-kind scent the earth gets when it has just rained. The flowers on my balcony (yes, I already have flowers outdoors!) seemed to also be enjoying it. 

Good times need a good soundtrack. I hadn’t listened to Mumford & Sons for the longest time until this afternoon. I love their music, but I think it sounds even better on a grey afternoon like this. It’s the perfect rainy-day soundtrack if you ask me.

With my music playing I spend some time working on my blog. I feel like everything is finally coming together. I really like the new theme and guess I can say I’m quite proud of how everything looks at the moment. Edit: You can probably tell I changed my lay-out this morning ;)

Good books and tea, the essentials for a rainy day. The tea is green with citrus, which I have been drinking liters of lately. The books are some of my favorites: A Wild Sheep Chase by Haruki murakami, Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-banks by E. Lockhart (definitely check this last one out, I feel like it doesn’t get enough loving).

Before bed I read some Sherlock Holmes. I got The Complete Sherlock Holmes last December and have been making reading my way through it quite nicely. I’m really addicted to the BBC series, which made me eventually decide to try out the original stories and I have to say that they really don’t disappoint. I think the long wait for the next season might not that bad, when I got Arthur Conan Doyle to keep me occupied.