And Then

Wide open window, blurred by the raindrops leaving their mark on it. Faint sun light restrained by the white effortless flowing clouds. Falling crumpled brown and dark red leaves, reminding of the season. Crispy cool air, neither cold, nor warm. Sounds of soft and melodic rain, accompanied with those of the airplanes disturbing the peacefulness of the sky. And it is blue, so clear blue. The kind of blue you want to drown in and get up and so you could drown in again. Accentic smell of tangerines, mixed with the so familiar one coming from the falling rain. And then is the moment when you look up, you see the sky, the moving clouds, you feel the rain, and you decide to go on.