I woke up this morning to the sound of rain, ocean waves and crackles in my ear. The pitter patter always makes me feel so cozy. I squirreled around in my comforter, feeling my sheets on my skin, utter cozy, comfortable in soft plushy down, covers up to my chin, head resting in my crackling pillow. Stretching out my legs, arms, cracking my ankles, twisting my wrists, mashing my head into the pillow.
Finally I pull my feet out of the covers. Fur through my toes, firm wood below. I open my closet and look for some cozy rainy weather clothes - they're hard to come by. I've fully accepted my new city and have LA looks (or at least my LA looks) and few pieces of my cozy SF rainy winter clothes. They're in a box somewhere. I find some black tights, an old skirt and mix them with my high heels and blue leather jacket. I throw in a fluffy scarf for additional coziness.
Cozy rainy day. Fog on the mountain. The strata distinguished by the rain. A streak of clear blue on the horizon above the ocean. Grey pavement and puddles of brown water. My eyes consume the canyon hills like the film in a fly away shot. They eat up the moist shrubbery and stop on the jagged lines. Breathe, breath through the valleys.
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