Rainy evening on a quiet, cozy homes. Just picture sitting by a window watching the droplets fall in the glow of the gaslight lanterns.  Music for the soul.

Rainy evening on a quiet, cozy homes. Just picture sitting by a window watching the droplets fall in the glow of the gaslight lanterns. Music for the soul.

I look out at the steady rain. A gust of wind blows and John shivers beside me. I wrap the thin blanket around him tighter, and continue to watch the heavy rain. "Living it up" I murmur. ~ this picture is a inspiration for my newest story:)

I look out at the steady rain. A gust of wind blows and John shivers beside me. I wrap the thin blanket around him tighter, and continue to watch the heavy rain. "Living it up" I murmur. ~ this picture is a inspiration for my newest story:)

This street is lonely, a little too bright for melancholy or foreboding, however the reflection is what catches my eye because ice reflects the same way and I wonder if using a reflection can create an element of foreboding by the continuous unknown or distortion of a thing

This street is lonely, a little too bright for melancholy or foreboding, however the reflection is what catches my eye because ice reflects the same way and I wonder if using a reflection can create an element of foreboding by the continuous unknown or distortion of a thing

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