The rain brings a fresh humility to the air. Plugged to my headphones, the music surmounting the senses, I was lost in another place. Then, deep silence fell as the music ended, as it always does. Again, I was lost in another place. A place we know as the past.
As often, I lamented the past, such as its alluring romanticism.
Now, back to the book, the music and my life, as of present.
P.S.: A cool wind is blowing through the opened window. It's a nagging rain, really.