Stop and write about “she stopped on the spot and relaxed” if you wish. Or you could [[a mind to meander|go back to where the river begins]]. ---- Our normal, grey, rain, clouds, the sound of crows everywhere. Out town is always a “bad day”, but to us it’s normal, it’s been like this since my great grandparents were alive. The temp never rises above 50 even in the dead of summer. The sun doesn’t even show its face, clouds constantly covering the rays. You’d think that [[we’re crazy for staying here]] and not moving, but we love it. – Cienna Martin