
There is something irresistibly romantic and sexy about a rainy summer morning, just gone five. I cannot decide whether I am still captured within the night just gone or already part of the new day.
The car radio is playing It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere shortly after. Seems appropriate. My life as a handful of frames in a road movie. The dream worlds that summer morning rain creates …

the picture at the top pulls at my heart strings so hard they might break, so incessantly i daresay i will never forget that picture… it takes me back to my childhood, where i stood at my bedroom window, with a latch like that, with my fingers in the ears lol because thunder was far too loud for me then, i was extremely sensitive, now i’m sensitive to pictures like this one