When I revamped our attic loft it wasn’t entirely with the intent of spending the entire summer there. I’d have much I referred to spend this season mostly outside by the pool. Mother Nature isn’t keen on allowing that to happen, and with more rain than sun in the cycle of late, I find myself in the attic, the only solace on a rainy day.
Here, the rain, when it’s heavy enough, forms a comforting drone of sound on the roof, lending the space an atmosphere of coziness. It’s the perfect place for hunkering down in the chaise lounge with a blanket, a book, and a cup of hot tea. A good sign for the fall and winter that will be here before we want them.
For now, it’s a lovely escape from all the rainy weather we’ve had – a minor solace of peace and calm no matter how wild the wind gets. Getting back to such basics is not a bad thing. In the first flush of summer, and the excitement of the pool, I’ve been neglecting these simple pleasures. Maybe this rain is the universe telling us to slow down and inhabit the gray days too.
