Rainy Day Permission

Rainy Day Permission
A quiet, rainy autumn street in the Bronx lined with classic brick apartment buildings, wet asphalt reflecting a overcast sky, yellow fallen leaves scattered on the sidewalk, and a solitary figure walking away under a dark coat.

Rainy Day Permission


There’s something about a chilly, gray, rainy day in New York.

It gives you permission to slow down.

No pressure to be out running around.

No feeling that you’re missing the sunshine.

Just coffee.

A comfortable chair.

A little music in the background.

And the freedom to catch up on the things that have been waiting patiently for your attention.


By thebronxphil

Stories, reflections, and the search for meaning — from the Bronx outward.

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