It’s pouring outside. And here I am, sitting on the windowsill in just a long T-shirt, barefoot, watching the raindrops run down the glass. My fingers are tracing lines too—across the glass, down my arm, over my knee...😘

I like this weather. It’s as if it gives me permission to be a little lazy, a little relaxed, a little… approachable.

I close my eyes and imagine that you’re watching this rain, too. And thinking about me.

If you could be here with me right now—what would you do?💕