[Picture: Lin Ching-Che]
Late night. The town is asleep. I wonder who else is listening to the sounds of rain. I can feel the smell of wet asphalt from my balcony. I strecht my hand forward to feel some rain drops on my skin. What a wonderful feeling.
Fresh air fills my lungs. I take one deep breath. Now I can think clearly. Finally I realize. I'll always be free. No matter when, where or with who. As long as I can I can let rain drops dry on my face. It's not my tears anymore.
I'm free. What a great, marvelous feeling.
