when did you...

... step out the last time _because_ of the rain?

memories...

... are rising within you when you don't expect it. when you step out of a train, drowsy and with your thoughts far far away. and then you're seeing the person you're last expecting, and you're looking forward to meet most of all. you feel that you could talk for hours, but you only have minutes. nothing has changed.

that's it. that's life.

what remains? a day to remember, one of _the_ days in 2009. and a feeling of a very special very first may day. once upon a time...

sometimes...

... it just needs an inconsiderable, tiny event that attracts your attention (i.e. your appeal ear). and it says to you: move! move on! no need for being fossilised! get out, enjoy the rain, breathe the fresh summer air! and turn the page of the book. you see? it's white, untouched - and you're responsible for the content.