Happiness is Reading During A Storm
What is it about storms that makes reading such a pleasure? Is it that I could be out in the snow or rain and instead I’m tucked in safe and warm with an alternate reality? It’s raining like blazes here this week, and while I am writing a good chunk of the day, when it gets stormy dark, I read something I didn’t write. Reading is always good, but a storm makes it better.
What made you happy this week?
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