Umbrella Optional.

When life is just raping you in the ass, the simple things are your vaseline.
Upon leaving the train, I was already debating the short-but-wet trip to my house (about 3 mins). My cardigan was my only means of defense. Half past running C-town, my bottom half was drenched and my feet were soaked (I was wearing my gladiator sandals). I figured f*ck it I'll lose the cardigan and just take it.

It was then that I slowed down...and allowed myself to bathe in the glorious rain. I even did a little skip. The streets were all deserted, empty. It was very serene and enchanting. It was the best 3 minutes.

Yeah....so that's my little piece of heaven.
I'm off to wrack my brain silly with french words, a thesis sentence & platelet formation.

-M

PS Trailer for your thoughts.

Apart from Ben Barnes, I happen to like the 1920s setting. The style, the music....sometimes I wish I was born in that era.