lauragrafie.
Dear Dandelion.
How bizarre it looks, when they're all running down the streets, their umbrellas raised like massive shields against the pounding rain. Hiding their faces, focusing on the ground. And I'm just in the middle of the chaos, no shield, no hectic. I feel the cold drops on my hair. It's so wet already, that some drops trickle down my forehead. Soaked to the skin, but not freezing. Just walking in peace.
Dear Dandelion.
How bizarre it looks, when they're all running down the streets, their umbrellas raised like massive shields against the pounding rain. Hiding their faces, focusing on the ground. And I'm just in the middle of the chaos, no shield, no hectic. I feel the cold drops on my hair. It's so wet already, that some drops trickle down my forehead. Soaked to the skin, but not freezing. Just walking in peace.