feels, like it will undoubtedly,
looks, like a rather blustery day today."
It's just one of those brilliant days where it's cold enough for sweaters and slippers but not so cold to make a person cold.
Cold enough for cozy.
The sort of day where you just want to bake and write and drink lots of tea--british style.
The type of day where the leaves and pine needles get blown off the trees in a swirling rush and the clouds are dark and threatening.
The sort of day where you can listen to music loudly and sing your heart out.
The type of day where you can smell autumn on the wind and hope it rains.
The sort of day where the only meal that makes sense for dinner is potato soup and bread, steaming from the oven.
The type of day where that detective story you'be been pondering in the back of your mind seems real.
The sort of day where you can feel how beautiful life is. And thank God for it.
It's that sort of day.
Tonight will be the type of night to pop some popcorn, make some hot chocolate and watch a movie. It will be that sort of night...