A2–B10:23
It is Sunday morning.
It is Sunday morning.
Rain hits the window.
Rain hits the window.
I have no plans today.
I have no plans today.
No meetings. No alarms.
No meetings. No alarms.
I feel a strange energy.
I feel a strange energy.
This is not boredom.
This is not boredom.
It is freedom.
It is freedom.
I make tea slowly.
I make tea slowly.
I open a book.
I open a book.
The rain is loud.
The rain is loud.
But my mind is quiet.
But my mind is quiet.
I do not need to rush.
I do not need to rush.
A Rainy Sunday with Nowhere to Be
by @noah_study