孤獨的長跑者

Drift by my window...

It seems to be raining for years. Actually, days. And I just happen to read the New Moon, a story about a vampire, a tale in a rainy city, lovers, schools, normal and abnormal people mingle together. An old film, an old story, and a thick book. I'm reading it though I had seen the film long ago in this rainy weather. I now live on top of the building, and I open the door and window, I look across my yard and into the rain, watching my dogs playing with eath other or themselves and imagining what it would be like in the story.

How nice their life should be in a rainy city sometime? !

Autumn Leaves is a perfect incarnation of my inner thought.