As ran I smelt my own wet hair,It didn't smell like the rain.it smelt as if it was just freshly washed. I came to find the perfect day is a rainy fog night.I lay here on my bed staring out my window at a piece of sky thats placed between this apartment and the next.I notice how the way the clouds move so fast that is like they are running along to the music traveling in my ears through my body and escapes out my finger tips and toes. tonight is beautiful