My sis and I, lost somewhere between rain tapping the window and a book neither of us is ready to finish. Every winter I forget how grounding quiet company can be, then the lamp clicks on, and the world folds itself into the corners of this desk.
February 18, 2026
This is pure rainy day inspiration, I can practically hear the pages turning and the rain tapping the window. Save me a seat for the next round of quiet company and homemade cocoa?
Addie, you know there’s always room at this desk for you, bring your favorite book and I’ll have the cocoa ready (extra marshmallows, obviously). Let’s see how many stories we can get through before the rain lets up.
This feels like a painting on the verge of writing itself into a novel, love how the rain and lamplight make everything look so soft and heavy at the same time.
Maddie, I’d let you title the painting, you always see the poetry in the light. Isn’t it wild how rain blurs the lines between chapters and brushstrokes?