Today is a rainy and cool Saturday. Not the sort of weather that one wants to be out in. On days such as these, I long for a library with a window seat. In that window seat, I would read for hours and the drizzly rain softly pitter-pattered against the glass of the window.
After reading time spent reading a beloved masterpiece, I would gaze out the window, past the tree that stands in the yard, and imagine or contemplate ideas that had been carefully placed in my mind by a gifted author. Perhaps I would be reading a classic, such as Beverly Cleary, or Lemony Snicket.... Then again, maybe I would have grabbed a novel by Gaiman in which I could fully sink....
After my book, I would remain in the library, but move next to the fire. Here I would take my tea, and relax as a cat, next to the emanating warmth. The soundtrack would be Beethoven, Sarah Brightman, or the like.
How I long for a window seat....
