6 February 2013
Drops that keep falling. They come faster, and suddenly you're drenched. You go home, try to take off the heavy clothes clambering your body. Your flesh is numb, you go to the mantelpiece to soak up the warmth. You stand there, still dripping, and feel some parts come slowly to life again. You think: next time I must not leave my umbrella at home. The next day arrives, with blue skies that clear away thoughts about staying dry. When the drops fall again, later that day you have to admit, you didn't remember it this time, either.
Opuss № I