On Silver Light & Gem-Spangled Spiderwebs: In Search of Rainy-Day Magic

When I wake, the world is filmed with silver rain: ┬áthe air gray as an antique tintype. It’s the kind of day that makes you want to burrow deeper under the covers, but I don’t. ┬áSome instinct drives me out into the cool air and fog, the crunch of first leaves under my feet. I’ve […]