Grey, blue & irreverent sky

Living in a city where never..and I mean never rains, its normal that when it does, all the people gets in a state of joy and cheer. That's because rain its for summer. But now, its raining...and its winter. And I'm seeing myself a little bit down and sentimental. I don't know if its because all my novembers have been full of sentimental stuff, and its like an automatic reminder of what I've been through.  Maybe that's why, or maybe its a phenomenon all around the world. Cities like Toronto, NYC, London and Tokyo, where the mayor number of suicides commit in winter. Who knows?

I like this, I have a lot of lovely memories built around the rain and the grey sky. Also, I have the bad ones, but..isn't that memory the one who helped us learn that mistake? Wasn't that hot cocoa, taken in the streets of the city, the better tasted cocoa you have drank? Or the best hot dog, in the streets turned into river, running to enter the mall so you can't get wet? Just like a movie, but living it the real life. Or in the past life. Or in a future life.

I see it like this: summer love its like a flower. Full of color and fun. Maybe passionate maybe sexy.

Winter love, its different, its the best. Is the love who you can count on, the one who is going to be there if you're sad, the one who is going to cuddle so you can't get cold, the one who truly cares about you and the only one who makes EVERYTHING more alive and less selfish, more tender.