feels good waking up to this beautiful winter-fall-like weather where it could almost rain all day but in the most beautiful way possible. i went outside and took some pictures, i thought about how could i express most of what i feel, and to be honest, it came out perfectly in the pictures. i had my moments of doubt in expressing any kind of emotions, and i had this weird feeling it wont work. but it did, for some pictures.
today was one of those days when all i what to do is to lay down on the grass, feel the rain drops covering my face, count the stars and imaging a much better place than this.
waking up to a beautiful day, thinking there are must be people somewhere in the world that have lost something, or gained something else, cried or laughed until their stomach hurt. today i got lectured by an old lady on how smoking is bad for you and how she hates the rain and how she wishes she had longer hair. she talked about everything and all i could do is smile. i wasn't thinking of how she is the strangest person iv'e seen all day, i was thinking about how i wish i had my camera with me; to capture her wrinkles and her grey hair that must tell a story, and to capture her wet cigarette and a look of disappointment in her eyes and a little bit of a sad smile, wondering what should she do with the rest of this day?