My parents built a log cabin kit home the year I was born. I grew up listening to the rain on the tin roof and finding faces in the knots in the wood panelled ceiling. I haven’t lived under a tin roof since I moved out of home when I was 17, until I moved… Continue reading Happiness as Anarchy #359: Rain on a tin roof
The clouds rolled in last night and this morning I awoke to the sound of rain on the roof. A very welcome change from the heat and quite special given the inferno to the east. The sunset this evening was particularly rosy and beautiful, in that eerie way that a smokey sky creates.