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The water droplets fall as if they can barely be bothered to conform to the will of gravity. When I hold my bare arm out of the cabin window they splatter on my outstretched fingers made all the dryer by reading in front of the fireplace. They are large and soft, not like the mean driving rain of back home at all. I tilt my fingers upwards and watch the remnants of the drops run downwards like tiny rivers. If this is the way rainy days are here I could get used to it real fast; even the sound on the cedar roof is comforting. With a half smile I retreat leaving the window open, this way I can hear the steady drumming all the louder while I turn age worn pages of long forgotten books.

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I need to go on vacation. I want to lie on a beach with the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. I want to think of nothing and let my mind get some rest. But where do I go? How do I get time off? When can I go to this retreat?

By philbaymel, November 17, 2014.