I stand at the kitchen window and watch the rain, listening to it hit the window. The generous drops roll swiftly down the windowpane causing everything to blur. Both Percy and Grandpa are napping, along with the dog. It is that kind of day. I clean up the lunch dishes, turn on the water to make some chai tea and allow the quiet to encompass me as I remember the morning activities, wanting to ingrain thems within my memory. For I will want to revisit them later.

These are the days of my life, and November is the perfect month to take note of them.