Yesterday in London it was still October: 15 degrees Celsius, sunny, the perfect fall day for walking around...
November started overnight and it brought the rain. It's that rain like the tears one holds back until one can't anymore and it bursts out crying: the rain drops don't stop falling. With such a weather outside, the best place to be is inside. There is no charm in walking around, taking metros, wandering on unknown streets. Yet, there is something to be outside for...the air.
It smells like wet yellow leaves and with the wind that brings a fresh breeze from somewhere far, it's all so invigorating. I like it!
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