The perfect weather for bad coffee and long pointless talks while the rain beats down on the windshield…The perfect weather for committing your favourite crime.

Moody and cold … dark and grey but always the belief the sunshine is right behind those clouds. Deja vu … little white lies…..just like it always was.

Happiness in those brief rainy moments.

I think I like prefer windshields in the rain to sandcastles in the sun.