The drizzle and my white breath makes me moody.
I can tell by the water building up in my eyes that my nose must be red. It's a day for thinking, a day that I would smoke if I smoked. Something about water, whether falling or fallen awakens something in me. I'm not sure what opens it up, but it happens every time I cross a lake or watch it drizzle outside my window. It makes me think God is thoughtful and quiet sometimes.