So Saigon started in the summer with little rain from early morning.
Wake up no longer the dazzling sun, the road to work also less dust because the rain brought dust to the ground. I do not hide my face with a mask anymore, breathe the cool breeze, fresh, gentle.
I like the rain. Whenever I see the rain, my heart is quiet again, calmly, peacefully.
I feel like every season has gone by that I want to change something in myself. Maybe because of weather changes, I also wants to get rid of the mess in mind, and start something.
