Monday, May 25, 2009

It rained last night. And all day.

Tracing unknown patterns on cold, hard glass. Watching them melt at my finger tips as the streetlights hurry by.

Sweet smell of smoke.
The rain.
You.

And I found this.
Two years ago. Another rainy evening. You wrote...

rainy weather
tibetan honey bread
walk in the hills
skippadedoo
fireplace
mulled wine
you

4 Comments:

Blogger Mitul said...

And I thought you hated rains.

11:16 AM  
Blogger misti said...

i was tripping. and not on the rains. so there!

10:56 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

endless downpour
final email
walk down the stairs
skippadedoo
cigarette smoke
mild deo
the memory of you

11:57 AM  
Blogger misti said...

@Anonymous: Huh?

9:51 PM  

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