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It's been raining most of the day. On and off, harder and softer as if it can't make up its mind or its intensity, but it doesn't stop for long. In the street the raindrops make small white circles for a split second as they smack into the asphalt. It's like watching an animation: vertical white streaks, then small sudden circles. The street is shiny and black except where the rain lands.

Sometimes it rains so hard it bounces, even off the grass—the impact makes a mist rise and hover off the ground. On the back deck, which is slick in spots with standing water, the raindrops make white rings instead of small white circles.

The neighbor across the street is outside in the rain. He's wearing big army-green rubber boots and he's walking back and forth, spreading something into his lawn: grass seed perhaps, or fertilizer.

I stand by the window in the kitchen, eating three frozen Thin Mint cookies, their edges frozen white like shiny rain circles on black pavement, and watch the rain and the circles. I am narrating this in my head as I watch.

Later I write it all down, a looping circular scrawl, the act of having written the sentences out in my head creating a seamless transition to a lined piece of paper in a shiny new notebook.

It's not actually new: it's only unused. I bought it when we were at the wallpaper store during my daughter's room renovation, but today I unwrapped the plastic pocket and slid it out and opened it for the first time and wrote in it.

I confess it's not often I actually write things down with a pen on paper these days. I'm out of practice with that part of writing.

I bought the notebook because of the pattern on the cover. It's a vintage wallpaper pattern, and while I can't imagine having it covering an actual wall, as a notebook cover it's quite elegant.

The clouds are a uniform cover of gray only, like in a watercolor painting, the sky is darker gray in some spots and lighter in others. For a moment, there's a break and part of the sky goes white and everything lights up, though it goes on raining and the white circles and spots never stop forming and disappearing, materializing and vanishing, quick as thought.

*Title from a quote by Thomas D'Evelyn

Art + Miniatures = Irresistible: Dalton Ghetti's Art on Pencil Tips
mood: pleased
music: Donovan—Sunshine Superman

From Megsie

Oh, I love rainy days like that. The sound of the rain peaceful and the rest of the house quiet. It is HOT again here. Really hot. I don't want to go outside-hot. So I envision that rain cooling everything off. Sounds like heaven. And new notebooks? Only one of my very favorite things. There is nothing like starting a new one. Everything fresh with potential. I always have a writer's notebook, but I am random about when I actually write in it. Especially now that I am blogging. I use that space for writing some of what I used to write in my notebook. But there are some things that I want to write about that are not for the world to see. That is when I reach for my notebook, also, when I am in bed, or in the car. Hope you are curling up with a good book to enjoy the pitter patter of the rain today!

Re: From Megsie

I used to write down passages from books, sentences that struck me, snippets and stuff, but I haven't done it in years. Not sure why I've gotten out of the habit. I need to start it up again!

Lovely new journal. I wrote longhand in a newish notebook/journal this weekend too, while away from computer, camping in the woods.

We'll see if I continue...I tend to head for the computer screen when I feel like writing, these days.


Beautiful book and beautiful text and beautiful handwriting. Are you left-handed? :)


I sure am :)

"I stand by the window in the kitchen, eating three frozen Thin Mint cookies, their edges frozen white like shiny rain circles on black pavement, and watch the rain and the circles. I am narrating this in my head as I watch."

I really liked this paragraph, especialy the honesty of the last sentence.

I do that a lot, since I started blogging. Pity I can't remember half of it before I get back to a computer!

Your handwriting looks very much like my own and that pleases me.

At first I read that you were eating three dozen Thin Mint Cookies and that pleased me too since I can eat a whole darn box of those things at one sitting if no one is around to stop me.

hahaha! 3 DOZEN is a bit much even for a cookie monster like me!

This post made me feel unexpectedly sentimental, maybe because I have a gorgeous blue journal (collecting dust on my bookshelf) that looks a lot like your gorgeous blue journal there. I kept handwritten journals from my tenth birthday until a few years ago when my free time was swapped out for motherhood and I was always too tired to scribble down the day's goings-on. I couldn't actually stay away from writing, so my journaling went all digital after that... but I write my grocery lists in cursive on pretty paper, and something tells me I should get out that gorgeous blue journal again.

You TOTALLY should. And take a picture of YOUR gorgeous blue journal for me! I have rarely written longhand journals in my life. In fact, I didn't start journaling for real, despite some half-assed attempts in high school, until I discovered blogging.


Lovely, lovely post! Ink and paper are your catalyst to creative writing. (And maybe a mint cookie or two!) Loved the way circles kept surfacing.

~ sherry

They keep doing that, those circles :)


I have a gazillion blank books that I've bought just for the covers - I just don't want to ruin them by writing in them!


Too funny—me, too!!


What a beautiful journal- it suddenly made me think of Dr. Seuss! He could have had wallpaper like that...somewhere in his childhood! Write On! Love, Lizardmom

His version would have been in primary colors, though!

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