Rainy morning.

Yesterday morning I woke up to the smell of cinnamon rolls baking. We didn't make it to church because it was raining so hard - just stayed in bed eating and talking and making fun of pup's ridiculous snoring. We read books. I remembered what it was like to be ten and curled up on the couch during a thunderstorm.

New York is beautiful when it rains. Otherworldly. A little slower. A little quieter. Like being fully awake and alive inside of a memory.


  1. i am so happy you stopped by my blog so i could find and follow yours! what lovely photos you take :) new york in the rain sounds like a dream :)

    and i do believe we are tea kettle twins!

    xo, amanda


  2. "Like being fully awake and alive inside of a memory" beautiful way to describe that!

    That last photo is just dreamy.

  3. That's such a beautiful description of rainy New York! I love rain too, for the exact same reasons as you. And you have a really cute teacup!

  4. Mmmm cinnamon rolls, I haven't had one in so long! Glad you guys got to enjoy a lazy day inside :)


  5. I love New York in the rain, minus those mystery puddles that sometimes appear around the corners. Your description is absolutely lovely.

  6. Oh, this is like the perfect morning! Sometimes I hope for rainy days just for a good reason to slow down a little. Those cinnamon rolls look delicious, too. Thanks so much for your sweet comment x I'm following your site!

  7. Thanks for commenting on my post, your blog is lovely!

    Xo, newest follower :)

  8. omg, those cinnamon rolls look delish!

  9. cuteness! I love cozy mornings!


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