Listening to the rain beating on the window sill and windows. A ticker messy at all musical. Melancholic and at the same load of memories. This sound accompanies the silly little light filtering through the clouds up my window. A wind of memories around me. Scents, sounds and voices of those who went, but he never left my heart. The first kiss. The first trip alone. The last words of my father before his end. The first time I sailed alone. My first storm. The first hug from my son. Everything seems suddenly to provide for a hurricane of feelings. I abandon myself to it. Only a tear to keep me company
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