The wind blow and softly touched my face. It was a windy sunday. I was driving my car heading to my house on the top of the hill. The car windows are widely open. I can feel the fresh air over my face.
Our house was surrounded by meadows, trees and flowers. On my way, I can hear the birds chirping. It was a music to my ears. Oh, how I miss being here.
I left my things back in the city. No phone, laptop or anything, just my car. I want to scape from reality. I failed again and again.
Once I reached the peak, I look for the keys. I entered the house and it was a bit dark so I look for a candle and light it up.
I opened the windows, I felt the cold air breeze gently brush my face. I look up at the sky, and saw the birds flying freely. They look happy, like they have no problem at all.
The wind blows again and this time with the drops of rain. The candles were vanish.
I shut the windows close and decided to take a quick nap.