Rain

The feeling of your astral existence resonating with the pleasant petrichor of sweet mornings and fogged windows, as you fall asleep with that book in your hand. Your thoughts in a distant land - an Utopia that promises more than reality, and the eidolon of the once living trapped away in actuality, as you retreat into the serene forest of imagination, looking at the raindrops trickling down the windowpane like remembrance.