Rabbitrevolver

Fall is coming.
Obviously it's raining.
The best part of all this is the acknowledgement that you only have flip flops (wonderful shoes to go with "anti-freeze socks").

You watch people going by out of your window, running.
You listen to the sweet penumatic drill sound coming from the building across yours... and from the one on your side.

You try putting on a little music, but the mp3 reader is discharged.
You try drawing something, anything... But the only thought on your mind is your beloved duvet.
You think: "I'll go taking pictures of people under the rain"... and it's like rain is listening to you, because a moment later a storm comes.

And it's in moments like these that you remember when you were a kid, and you were dreaming of being a brave prince, who, in spite of the rain, was always seeing the sun...