Another September Day

It's been a misty, grey morning in The Mother City, the drizzle settling wetly on everyone and everything. Mincing hair, flattening hairstyles, soaking through clothes and covers, causing cars to skid and slide and covering everywhere in wet damp. The birds are loving it though, tweeting and chirruping furiously and the trees like giants with upraised arms welcoming the sifting through the air, the plants and grass here bowing in supplication, there reaching up as if to drink. Not your classic, sunny day, but beautiful in its own right SP

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