Jan 28, 2018
The triple date fiasco
The wind chimes dangled on the afternoon breeze.
A quiet, rainy day on snowless winter, dampening the pavement and lighting up the road from car lights. Not exactly the most perfect day, but it had it’s charm, the slow pitter patter of a small pourdown echoing through the day. Maybe it was for the good?
At least the plants liked the sudden watery attention.
But certainly not the people without umbrellas, running towards the train station nearby.