Post-winter rains at the beginning of the (work)week in Leuven. Time to play that old Mishka Adams song "War of the Skies", which has a really pretty line at the end of its refrain:
Beads of silver that shatter at your feet; when puddles form, they shine like mercury.On grey, damp days like this, a happy splash of color is a welcome sight. :-3 Rockin' the lab in embroidered boots.
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