“Fingers reaching out to feel drops of rain that gather to make a pretty pattern on the window. The pattern makes the window pretty; hides the long crack across its pane. The water would be salty if you could taste it and it would sound long and hollow if you could hear it. Two of us running across the beach, falling and laughing with waves. Happy times”
This was all in a different time. Away from the hustle bustle, the money and the lack of it, far away from socializing and entertaining and studying up in order to perform.