I don't know whether to watch an old movie or read a book. Either way, I think I'll be immersed in the world of stories today.
Rain soaking into the streets, raindrops rolling on leaves. It smells like exhaust gas. I've always liked the shape of an umbrella. But I didn't like dark skies and rain.
Drink hot coffee. A little bitter. I also bought some sweet donuts. A story about a sleepy afternoon on a long rainy day.
