Indolence Comments

An occasional gust of wind will lift the translucent white voile curtains and then drop them like a child losing interest. The effect is like flash photography, a burst of sudden sunlight that paints our irises, then quickly fades.

It's a cool Paris morning. In the low 50s. The windows are open and we forgot to turn on the heat. It's perfect ‘under the covers' weather. We've succumbed to laziness, refusing to get out of bed. Lazing-in is new enough to us that we're defining it with a gamut of synonyms.
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