Happy Place, Happy Space
The morning dawned cool and grey after it rained all night. The flowers were still covered in residual rain water, or dew, I’m not sure which. But everything looked like it had been washed clean.
I have not collected Joyful Posts this weekend as I am trying to catch some of the talks on The Acoustic Text: Sound & Music in Literature. I will plan to bring them back next Sunday.
This post is my contribution to