Tea and Raindrops

Even with all the rain we have had recently, I still find it restful. Lamps lit, music playing softly in the background, an apple pie fragrance candle burns on the kitchen table, filling the house with a spicy, homey scent. I can almost fool myself into thinking its fall time. Cool rain in July is just unheard of in these parts. The sky, the color of light gray wool, felted. Books leafed through, a restlessness forbids me to concentrate too deeply on any one thing. Its a strange restlessness, not one by choice but by concern for our families newest member. I have not gone to see the baby yet today, but will see her tonight. As much as I KNOW she will be alright, its hard to see her restless in her sleep, a bad dream causes her to whimper, she has had so many things done to her that hurt in order to help her.
This day at home has felt so good. I even stayed in my pajamas till nearly noon time. I changed some curtains, dusted furniture, folded some clothes and then just sat down, aimless for a few moments in time. Watching the rain drops fall and the wind blow the trees. It felt good to dreamily gazing out the window, tea in hand, sipping it slowly.
We all need days like this. Unwinding days.