Hello, Thoughtful Thursdays.
there's something about the color of the skies. something about the damp sting of the cold summer air. it's the way the road looks after it's been drenched with the rain. or the faint glow of the lamp posts against the grey of the buildings and the cars revving by. it makes me remember things buried in between the pages of tattered notebooks and paper napkins. there used to be piles of those leaves strewn carelessly in my room. the sketches, phrases, sentences. words used to come so easily when it rains.
