Rain

eg the reason, why I am writing. Stuck in the library behind the computer, blog open, rain sounding off the windows. Music. Another wrk day, hopefully the walls&paint takeoff. Second time - the first was in the hostel, pants turned inside out and oh yes, an other pair of new fantastic ones got bleached from black to rusty red. Those were the days, the utmost stupid and fun and terrible ones.
I saw the Star of those days at Freedom Square the other day, he has gotten older. Suiting to a star, he was wearing yellow. Pretty tall for an elfy still.
Past days.. Coelho. Alchemist and then The witch of Portobello. I guess I am quite high on that dangerous stuff right now. Dangerous, because it woke up something dorment and a tat scary.
Anyways, today is about paint and a busride in the opposite direction.
And rain.
Happy rainbows,
Hel