... and then there was rain
This morning, I awoke to the last remains of a pretty nice dream, involving a good friend of mine (who I happen to see rarely, and who I happened to have a crush on pretty much exactly a year ago). It took place in the winter, at some vague point in the future (at least that's what I thought when waking up) and we apparently had not seen each other for quite a while. We had some fun in the snow (heaps of snow, actually!) and later sat at a nice fire talking about this and that. I've not felt that comfortable when waking for a long time...

...and then I took a look out the window: grey skies, heavy with rain. I wish my life could be at least a bit as comfortable as that dream was, would beat sitting here alone and lonely, watching the rain and listening "Stan" by Eminem any day.