The wettest month in living memory. The rain which started early this morning continued way into the evening. Driving home, the rain streaked down the windscreen, even with the wipers working hard, it seemed as if I was driving without my contact lens, and even as I write, I can hear the pitter patter on the window, making yesterday morning seem ever more like a blessing. My knee hurts from the dampness.
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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