On days like this...
I could stare at the window trying to capture in my memory the well drawn lines that fall from the sky to the ground.
I could walk out the door and feel the cold air filling my lungs and smell the rain special scent.
And then I held my breathe and ran to cacth the bus... feel the raindrops in my skin and the wind blowing my hair in every direction.
It was fun... besides holding a well known secret can always make you smile on days like this...
"When you don't need an answer there'll be days like this..."
(van morrison-days like this)