Sunday, November 4
The Sound of Rain
Hello there :)
This morning I am sitting in our conservatory with a hot cup of pear tea, listening to the heavy rain hitting the roof. The sound reminds me of holiday nights spent in caravans when I was little. Falling asleep to that sound was reserved for travel back then.
There is little I remember of the places we went. I recall playgrounds and swimming pools and making new friends. Playmates, who I found out later, spoke different languages to me. The very young need no words to communicate or strike up friendships: "I'll race the pram up the hallway and you'll race it back" is universally understood between little girls, I didn't need to speak Greek to understand the rules of this exciting game.
Well, it is getting colder around here. I have no idea if I simply omitted taking photos of my coat that day at the start of October or if coats weren't yet required. I am guessing the former.
Have a fantastic weekend!
hat & sweater: highstreet
dress, saddle shoes & tighs: online store