It’s been raining the last few days. I know there are a lot of people who don’t like the rain, but I love it with all of my heart. There is no cleaner or more truthful time than when it rains. I love the smells, the sounds, the feel. I love how people walk around lost in their own worlds, and I wonder what these worlds are like. The past comes back to say hello, as though now, finally, is a safe time to say goodbye. And everything at all seems to be at ease.
Most of all, the echoing stops.
(you miss it, don’t you? whatever it is that once captivated every imagineable particle of you)