Winter is Warmer

#184: Rain on this Parade

The day starts with "Manila" playing in the background and ends with raindrops on my windshield. The tables turn, then turn again. I meet his greeting with half a smile and silence. He hands me a gift for my parents. I mumble my thanks. It would have been sweet but I feel nothing. I've moved on. On to the one whose soothing words never fail to pierce the cold silence of my heart. One who stands as a starck contrast to his void and darkness. I meet his soft blue eyes with half a smile. The other half I decide to keep for when we leave. Sydney's winter promises more warmth. I close my eyes and wait for its sweet warm welcome.