Most days look like the one above. Plus a lot of rain, of course. I feel like the rain never stops in this city. I can not find the words to describe it, but I feel there is a heaviness to this city, something dark and unshapely. (Is it just me?) I walk, I do what I am suppose to do, and it feels good to be so busy I don’t notice I get soaked in the rain half the time.

But sometimes my days look like this, and things feel lighter and easier. Maybe it is true that you appreciate the good things if they don’t come around as often. Today I caught myself running out in the sun to smoke, because I knew that the sun would soon disappear back behind the clouds.