It was a dark and stormy day.
She knew she should have been at the piano, analyzing Debussy's Reverie. If she didn't start on it soon, she'd never be ready for her impending recital class.
But a lull in the storms and the promise of more rain lured her to the front porch of her beloved, tiny cottage. Procrastination in the form of quiet introspection was always her greatest talent.
Daily Bliss: Finishing my first week's English assignment
Wake-up Playlist: The Beach Boys, Don't Worry Baby