Yesterday the weather grew heavy and dark – there were storms passing to the north and south of the city, but nothing landed here until after 11 pm. I was practicing a new piece on my guitar, when suddenly the rain came pouring down. I got up to shut the door and windows that were wide open, letting the cooling winds into the apartment.
I put out all the lights, and stood by the east window, and watched the rain blown streets and parking lots. It was glorious. The wind pushed sheets of rain down the asphalt, the streetlights’ glow showed it all so clearly, and I had the oddest feeling that I was somewhere else … I’m not really sure where – it somehow felt European? Another time period entirely?
I don’t know. It was an odd sensation, and I stood there a long while, enjoying the sights, the…
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