It was a dreich day, yet it drew me outside. I pierced the sodden air, listening to the soft susurration of my hosiery and inhaling the petrichor. It was a good day to be alive.
It was a dreich day, yet it drew me outside. I pierced the sodden air, listening to the soft susurration of my hosiery and inhaling the petrichor. It was a good day to be alive.
