I do not know about you but I love a cool, dewy, misty, grey London morning. It’s fresh and everything’s softened and washed cleaned by the night’s rain as your body resets in your cozy sweet dreamless slumber.
Bless, if there’s a slight drizzle to cool me off as I walk out the door after a frenzied getting ready for work.
I always get lost in the silent pitter patter of the raindrops as they washed down my frosted windows and check out my pout for the day. Just so I know I got the lipstick right
How do you start your mornings?