It is the most beautiful of ashen days, a steady rain outside soaking the grey, grey world. It is a day for solitary wandering in the woods by the lake. A day to intimately examine the wet lichens and mosses. A day to watch reflections in the pond at Piedmont Park or the dripping, saturated blooms of star magnolias and daffodils. A day for hot tea and lemon in delicate china cups, sipped while reading 19th century novels under the warmth of an incandescent lamp. A day to meet friends in the twilight at the cozy bar of Parish for cocktails and oysters.
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