This is another post about the little nothings that make life. Today we had a few storms, from late in the morning until the afternoon. I absolutely love storms, with the schizophrenic summer we have been having (cold, then hot, then not so hot again) they have been rare so I enjoy them when they come. So far this summer had plenty of rain, but little storm.
But the storm made me rediscover something else I did not enjoy much this summer: reading outside. Because it has been raining a lot, I didn't go outside much to read. In the early evening, as the sun had come out, I went in the garden to read a few pages. The air was fresh and wet, just comfortable enough, and there was the smell of smoke in the air (I wonder where it came from, I couldn't see any smoke). Smoke during summertime (or at any time indeed) can have sinister overtones, but it just smelled lovely. I think I might read by candlelight one evening, just for the smell of it. I should read outside more often too, and not only when it is hot.
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