It had been raining all day.. The night was chill.. I had just returned from a short walk to the nearby supermarket. There was always something about a walk on a chilly night with a little drizzle that made me feel so at peace.. or a trip to the supermarket to satisfy my craving for a particular snack or drink that made me feel like a kid again.. 

that simple joy of simple things.. There's a saying; give a kid a candy and he'll be happy for the day.. give it to a grown-up, he'll be asking. "what do I gotta pay for this? is it free? can I have more?" 

So I got back to the safety of my room just as another heavy downpour came. It was warm, I liked my room. I liked the sound of the rain coming though the windows (it would be a lot of noise if the windows weren't closed, but just right if they were.) It's my home, in a home. In my little secluded hometown which people hardly know off. and I'd like it to stay..