21 January 2008

Today is a proper British rainy day. Not a thunderstorm, not a hurricane, no hail and snow lashing against the office window. Just gentle, fine spots and dribbles, pinging against the outer glass and running down to the ledge. Outside the whole of West London sits under a soft, calming, bunny-gray cloud, and Hyde Park is throwing up a little mist. The tinkling and plopping of the rain is so therapeutic; it makes me glad to be indoors beavering away and not outside fighting against the elements. Days like this remind me of uni, of libraries, of stacks of journals with places marked and an afternoon of swotting ahead. It's easy to be industrious when the rain is pattering away at its task along with me.