After yesterday’s snowfall, I woke up this morning to some glorious sunshine. It looks like I wasn’t the only one who’d been craving some warmth because as I settled down at my desk I looked out the window and saw this:
I stumbled across this old shot recently after I had done a factory reset on my phone and was looking for a picture to set as my wallpaper. I took it some time last year through the rainy windshield of the camper when the Impish Husband and I were up in Vermont for a mountain biking trip. I loved how the gray sky contrasted with the vibrant, shimmering yellow of the fall leaves. I know I’ve said it before but there’s just something about a rainy day that clears the air and makes me feel so alive.
There’s a certain time of day when something special happens to the light in Manhattan. I’m sure it must happen in other places too but somehow it always strikes me here the most. Things almost seem to become more vivid for a short while around dusk just before the streetlights come on. Especially after the rainy days we’ve had the last few days, it feels electric and charged.