Arts & Culture
SOLAR FLARE | September Rain
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This morning I woke up shivering. My window had been propped open the day before in an attempt to aerate my stuffy attic room, and it was now inviting in a chilly breeze along with that ambiguous scent of it having just rained (called petrichor, if you were curious). I kept my eyes shut and pulled the blankets over my head. One more cold blast of air, and 9 am physics was erased from my morning agenda. I made a huge pot of coffee and settled into the couch with my perpetually unfinished murder mystery novel.