I sit near the window, looking at the rain pouring on the few people still running under it. Old tunes are playing in the stereo, dancing notes over memories of old. The gray sky color obliterate any will to move further than the proximity of the tea pot. Turning the day in a blues feeling. Dwelling in nostalgia is nice, recalling some friends, moments and places.
Life is a succession of cycles, with good things happening and felt in each season.
November Rain... I love it.
Too bad we're in May...
I just hope it doesn't last till november...
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