The sun is finally shining and I got some time to get on the motorbike. It was strange, as if electricity was in the air. Alone, as always on two wheels.
The atmosphere was of a mystical escape of my own life, or parts of it. As usual, just to get a strong wish of coming back.
After the storms, roads were muddy and flooded, and several buildings collapsed in tears all over the places. But it was a beautiful day like the ones you can only get after storms. Beautiful and lovely like no other.