Rainy-day sweetness

Can I say "Goodness!" as an observation, a descriptor? A verdict?

Here is where I live, in my parents' house, which is full of space and creaking floorboards and cool daylight, which is slowly changing color on the outside in the rain.

And here it is a day for humming, for wearing thick socks, for making my favorite vanilla cupcake recipe carefully, for listening to Yael Naïm for a while.

My cat is sleeping in the pale gray-day light that she believes is warm, and on streets I can't see from this kitchen, there is the sound of cars rushing through the rain.