I can hear the drizzling outside.
Stillness; nothing is happening, but everything is happening.
The music plays, and the drizzle accompanies. Or does the drizzle play, and the music accompany. It's quiet, but not silent; for silence can be too loud sometimes, all the time.
It's been a while.
The night feels right today, right now.
Sometimes. It really is the littlest things (:
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