It started with a raindrop, it continued with a second one, wetting the warm atmosphere that marked the end of summer.
“An emptiness, this is what I remember”, said the girl, too young to have known what life can give you but also what it can take away..
I love you. I hate you. I’ll stay. I’ll leave.
Superfluous, Like the “I love you” that a man says when he raises his hand in front of his wife.
Shh… Silence. Don’t say anything. Close your eyes and enjoy. Let yourself get wet by the water drops. Listen how the tree protects you from getting too wet. Listen to how the leaves receive the drops with a subtle noise that turns into a relaxing sound for your ears. Raise your hand and let the water wet it, let it get cold for the subtle wind that sneaks between your fingers.