Storm

I am at the balcony. A storm is coming. It is so beautiful out here. I sense the life of the street. People are coming and going. With car, on foot, alone or with their dogs. I remember our dog. She was so really afraid of the storms. I used to stay with her outside. I read tales for her. This night is so magical.

I supposed to speak to Bence on the phone. But he had to go back to work. I do so fucking hate his job. Catering industry is a bitch. Last year’s summer was different from this year’s. We used to live with Viktor. It was good to have him around.

It is starting to rain. The smell is great. Finally we could speak.