I sat on the cold wooden floor in front of the glass door that led out to our balcony - eating a cookie, watching the rain. The whole world seemed to glow with a new vitality - luridly, greener, more vigorous than anything drapped in sun, before. The red tiles that lined the surface of the concrete seemed to move beneath the murmuring puddles - as if disturbed, shifting from a deep sleep. Each leaf on the nearby flowers and trees glistened in it's own tone. And the sky's own versatility....it's perpetual unrest.

I don't know...there's a sense of strangeness in the days going by.