november rain

simple things, little experiences, my life's made up of those things.
this evening, flowed into a beautiful, enchanted night. the breeze brought with it drops of rain. the yellow tree outside the window, grew bleary through the rain-stained living room window pane. a cherry-flavoured candle, its reflection in the pane, making the rain drops glisten as they slide down...
inside, devoid of light, except for the candle, some great music.... an evening that would make everything else fade away into oblivion.
that i dont have to think of what tomorrow brings, the things i need to take care of...
my life, split into these infitessimal moments.
i make a difference to no greater good.
but my soul's just drifting into an orbit that revolves around something greater than all that i know. a place found in dreams alone. the place i have forgotten about... a place i wish to return to...