Monday, April 30, 2007

It is raining in London. Soft, plodding rain that gradually dissipates the morning mist. Amidst the sleepy streets there is a cafe, quaint and cozy, and roomy enough to seat perhaps a dozen. The lights, glowing softly, illuminate tables and cushions, and the sole occupants of the morning - two people seated amongst piles of books. I move closer and one of them looks up.

And I see myself.

It is Norway, and I stand amongst verdant green fields under the endless overcast sky. The winds carry with them the chill of winter, and already light rain is falling. Unbound and free, I wander for a second and forever until, in the distant hills, I see lights calling to me.

Perhaps one day, I will follow them.

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I do not believe in god and I do not believe in heaven.

I know this because I dream of it every night.

And I know too, that we all have to create a little bit of heaven for ourselves, because no one is going to give it to us.

How i love the rain.