Et la mer efface sur le sable, les pas des amants desunis

This morning, I woke up to another rainy day, but I must say, there is something quite beautiful about today. Sweet mist, like the ones in fairy tales, cover the sky so that I can only make out the faint shapes of the skeleton trees. Their branches reach out like thin arms, beckoning me to fall away into the woods.

But here I stay, in the warmth of my bedroom, wishing for more than branch arms to enfold me.