Today, the clouds are thick and there’s a syrupy, humid-quality to the air that frizzes my curls— but it’s breezy so it’s not an unpleasant feeling. I actually think climates like these are perfect for finishing up a book, especially those like Station Eleven. I’ve had this song on loop in my last 100 pages and it really helps to set the mood (and it also makes me sob uncontrollably :D)
