Though I’ve said this a million times before, I am certain that today is the day that I don’t want to go into work, more than any other day.
The rain is begging to fall on my face, the puddles yearn for my feet, and a hot cup of coffee is dying to scald my lips. The rain obscures the window’s view intentionally taunting, “if you want to see what I’ve got, you’ve got to come out here.”