a sense of sweet tasting eternity derived from blasting nocturne from my laptop and the rhythm of endless raindrops from the moonsoon outside ... my room is being swept by the tunnel of wind, making its hasty appearance from my open windows to the door... the smell of wet grass and soil fills the air ... im sitting here, immersing in the tranquility of it all, finding peace in my little abode, and yet at the same time, renewing the love and respect nature deserves...