Akita Short trip

Akita Short trip

Rain on the window taps a slow ballet. Umbrellas in the street drift away. [Music] Puddles form rivers that guide my way. Warm from my coffee in a cozy cafe. Books and whispers fill the air. Soft jazz rides the steam without a care. Raindrops on rooftops like rhythmic snare in this haven of peace. I pull up a chair. Ra fall. It’s a mellow sound. Echoes of serenity all around. [Music]

Cliche as it may sound, “If traveling is free, you will not see me again.”