Reading under lamplight listening to noises of the night trucks on the road dogs barking in the distance wind rustling the leaves… this infant tinge of chill in the air… sense of wetness brought by the rain… sound of insects… me… alone… studying … drifting away >sporadically… all this reminds me of younger years when the soul was cleaner… memories soft and sugary when the biggest lament was not finding enough time for sleep… when dreams were fresh crisp to the touch… I could almost hear them crackle in my mind…
