I am enjoying my moment. Stuck in heavy rain near my old office, having a workshop later.
I'm smelling the smell of heavy rain. The familiar smell. The smell that I used to look forward to everytime December came.
This is the same smell that used to make me real happy when Grandma wrapped all of us with thick blanket and then made us hot Milo to drink with some fancy desert.
This is the same smell. The same feeling.
Still looking forward for this smell. Still loving the smell.