Saturday, October 5, 2013
A cold and cloudy evening, by the side of a blue pool, along the shallow stony stream. Rain had just past by, probably an hour past or probably more, probably several uncounted hours had passed, who keeps track of them here afterall. Rain had just past by, the feel of it still in the air, filling the streams with more noise. A streak of grayish smoke rising through the tinder, making way for logs, somewhere in the background, a couple yards away. That feeling of warmth in dry clothes after being drenched by the relentless evening shower, after being soaked in the chilliness of the blue, silent pool. Someone in the foreground combing her wet hairs, minuscule sprinklets of water vanishing in the mist.
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