Rainy Weekends

The sky was in tears. It was crying for someone maybe. Or maybe sky can also cry for happiness. There were moments in my life when I cried for happiness. It's different. It can never be described. It is when your happiness is so big it overflows from you, shining out from the rainbow of your tears...

My weekend was quiet. No students. No guests. Many moments of thoughts, some work. 
Maybe I could say it was absolutely boring but it was not thanks to my friends who keep me smiling! I'm grateful for people who despite being far away physically make my present happy. 

 I'm grateful for a rain-free Sunday morning, for enjoying a lovely path to the church. For feeling close to Heaven. For the birds dancing in the air. I'm grateful for my early wake up. I'm grateful for just being. For my being sad and happy. That's funny. But sometimes sadness and happiness are really mixed. Like starts behind the heavy clouds...