Written at 1pm (13:00 o'clock) while I was waiting classes to start...

Cloudy...all grey. Cool brise. Sorta cold. Actually, for the usual weather, totally cold today. That's 'cause of the rain. It has rainned all dawn out, so it cooled things down. A perfect climate.
From far can hear a bird singing, while I am sitting here alone watching people pass by.
I turned anguished. I turned nostalgic. Reminded of home.
This damn atmosphere made me remember of my winters, sitting in front of TV, with a blanket around, eating all my favorite stuff and 'being watched' by the dogs (even the construction noise at background sounded familiar!!!)
Damn weather...I could even feel again the pleaseful smell of the lazy winter days.
I got totally reported into home. Just had a winter vacation flashback.
Dang...it's windy now, making even more hurtful the distance.
Most of time, I confess, I don't even care about how far I am, but at those special moments I feel on my skin how much I loved home, how much I miss my past days..my past routine...

I wished so much I could run back...run and run and run and run...and get back safe at my old house...my old city...my old life...