the smell of the rain reminds me of you…
of how we used to dance under it until our soaked clothes told us it was time for the usual bread dipped in hot swissmiss.
it’s days like this when i can almost feel my hands rub against yours, never letting go until we‘re no longer cold.
and now, as i rub them in search for that familiar warmth, i feel you tug my cheek for a smile you’ve always loved to see. and i give you that.
because now i know, wherever i go, you are there.
My Daily Dose of Shanghai 