It's quiet here. Can hear the birds outside of the windows even though they are closed. Can see the light curls of grey from the clouds.
It's one of those mornings that will most likely lead itself into a light snow. The shade of grey that you see when you puff out a candle.
The kind of morning that most people like to share with someone, talking quietly about their day or making plans for their next vacation.
This is me, Mr. Scratchy; sharing my morning with you. Wherever you are right now.
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