Wet morning walk

In a wet, gloomy morning, I picked up my free coffee from the leasing office. I held it in my hand on my way to EAST. It was a long walk. The cold wind blew hard on my face, my hands were chilled, numb and reddened. One was holding the umbrella, the other my coffee. I took a sip from it; it's diluted by the rain. I spat it out!


I wish I could record all the things I thought of this morning.