So smelling the air after the storm?
must come, if it's just about what you hear: wet grass and earth mixed together.
The night loomed, however, that it continued to rain or not. And in fact it was the darkest midnight 3. 36, while the landlord was heading towards the new house with the constant thought of the old shutters with green paint peeling off to be restored, and he said "soon I will call the company".
walked to the middle of the lane as if he were the master, then when he was in bed he began to search for good at the ceiling and think about all the day, the flood, the windows, the stray dog \u200b\u200bthat she thought her mother away .. sometimes told him to be in control of something beautiful was not always ready, and most sad, it was not always capable of finding out.
And he was to become aware of many things, and fell asleep, thinking of previous night, in fact, without understanding why.
