And now the rain has stopped, the clouds start floating away, and the sun peaks through, with the smell of wet soil and leaves still in the air. People walk by the street with umbrellas above their heads, even if there is no rain, as birds fly freely in the sky again. The cold wet temperature feels just right, as my face is struck by the moisture in the air. There is cricket on the TV, Incubus in my ears, my tablet in my hands as i write, and it feels like home. There is work to be done, things to be finished, but I cant help but enjoy this moment. I do not feel nostalgic, I do not wish for better things in the future, but I enjoy the present. I realize that this is a moment I'll remember and feel nostalgic over in the future, so I wish to enjoy it fully. A moment when my soul feels as though it is at peace, a moment when I am happy. These moments are far and few inbetween, and I hope to treasure them by writing them down.