I'm sitting alone in an empty flat. My mind is completely at peace and every single muscle in my body is relaxed after a long walk in the rain. The color spectrum in the sky created by the sun and the water drops hovering in the air is like a piece of art. And the distinctive earthy smell of rain is one of my favorite smells. My clothes and my hair are soaked and I probably look horrific but that doesn't matter now. Nothing can ruin this moment.
I'm listening to some old records with my dad's old LP player. He brought it from the garage a week ago. I can't even begin to understand why this treasure has been kept hidden for all these years, without anyone listening to the luscious melodies it produces. A mantle of calmness is spread over me. I want this harmony to last forever. Still, I know that sooner or later I'll have to crawl out of my lair.