Trivia: 1221 words.
That’s pretty much the only info I got on this piece, since I didn’t write the time or date, sorry~
That rainy day
I can hear the clock ticking, and the rain hitting the window. The piano plays gentle tones, tones that bring me back to those times, those memory that dwell deep inside me. I look down on my glass, and take a small sip. Slowly, I feel the taste of my Amber dream. I let out a small sigh as I look out of the window. Somehow the rain makes me feel both nostalgic and sad. It’s weird isn’t it? How something so usual like rain can sometimes make you feel so…different. The piano playing continues in this empty bar.
The bartender simply stands there, polishing the glass. To him this is just like any other day I guess, except maybe a bit more quiet. The bar itself is already nice and clean, and it reflects my glass onto its surface. I observe the scenery outside the window – the empty gray streets, the city lamps that shine all to itself, lighting the path up a little, and the small lamps in the windows in the stores. But what fascinates me the most is the rain hitting the surface of different things. I don’t know why, but there is simply something special about it. I take another sip of my Amber dream, and thus, I begin to dream away – dreaming back to those times, that were as gentle as the piano.