What do you think of, when you look upon the sky, and you feel that first raindrop on the tip of your nose? Nothing for me is better. Actually, it is those times, where you don't care how you look, if you did your homework for the week or the garlic breath from the italian dinner you had yesterday. The only thing that matters is how you feel. How you sense your surroundings. The streets smell fresh, the air is clean, the raindrops make a lovely singing sound when they are falling down onto the neighbour's car. And then - by sensing these things - you start to reflect, not forced, but indirectly. These times I love.
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