I could hear the rain this morning, still in bed enjoying those last precious moments of duvet time. It was heavy and loud and, seemingly, non-stop. I had a hot shower and a slow breakfast, BBC news in the background, lights on it was so dark. And then I turned it all off.
The silence. The darkened room. The rain outside. And here, only my peace.
I’ve been home alone all week and it’s been so peaceful and quiet and… good.