Drizzle Drip Go the Raindrops

I wait with longing for cloud-break. Damp and musty, the walls are swollen and seem to press in as if they're listening for a whispered secret. Hush, go ahead.

Here's an Apartment Eye-Spy while we wait for the sun to grace us with its presence again. (UPDATE: It's 9 am and there's a soft glow about the trees - I daresay, the sun may be rubbing its eyes and leaving the pillowy clouds after all...or not.)

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paper umbrell mobile, from powell's books in portland, oregon
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old tincture bottle serving as makeshift vase for the sweetest little flowers picked outside our apartment

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cutting of a pothos plant, at home in a stone-filled jar, adorned with a re-purposed bamboo window shade