Rain roars endlessly, pattering against glass in droplets- pressed against it like children, looking eagerly into a candy store. They slide away in time, their fascination lost. The murmur of conversation drifts as a transparent haze, clinging to your ears like mist on a summer morn. Coffee grounds fleck the barrista's smock as he takes your half-whispered order.
The thing is that I'm working on a big story. Apologies to those who want me to work on Crystal Wake, The Atlas, or The Wolf and the Sun, but I'm just not feeling up to it.
Its okay, we will wait untilnyou are ready!!!
Its okay, we will wait untilnyou are ready!!!