The weather is doing that thing it says on the box of rainy days.
Not absolutely despicable since the cold has ebbed and it's windy, the kind of windy that has a sexy twang to it, more than the annoyance part. The kind of windy that makes one want to bake bread at home and drink tea and indulge in comfort eating without the hazards of biting cold chomping away the tip of your nose despite the fact you're indoors and packed tight in warm clothing.
The kind of sexy windy that makes the idea of stepping out despite the cold a thing of joy. The overcast sullen weather adding to the moment where entering an overpriced coffee shop for the usual doesn't feel like a bad idea, nor does entering a mall just to look about at lights or stroll around aisles of products feel as exhausting in supermarkets.
There's a bit of sweet glee to the whole weather which though absolutely not picnic worthy has an element of jauntiness.
Instead of staying huddled indoors one wouldn't mind getting spruced up to go out and about, nor feel bogged down by the idea of dedicating themselves full throttle into their house to do things they normally wouldn't bother with.
Yes it's cold, but not single digits cold right now. Perhaps it might get so later in the day and I might feel otherwise, but for now I feel a tea is in order.
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