I love the way the rain is never really that ferocious here. Sometimes it takes me a few minutes to realize that its even raining. It's less like rain, and more like a subtle wetness in the air: not enough to soak through my clothes, but enough to stick to my hair and to make my cheeks feel cool.

This morning there was no rain...at least not that I could tell. The sun wasn't necessarily visible, but the clouds were illuminated and pink with whatever light it could get through. It made for a lovely walk and I smiled as I realized that my high heels don't even bother me any more, despite the steep cobbled incline I walk up every morning.

Sometimes its nice to start the morning with a walk to the bus stop.