I'm back in Vienna for a few days, my little sanctuary, the place I grew up. And when I came back from a lovely evening with my ex-colleagues, (maybe a tiny little bit tipsy) it was dark. It was about 10°c. And it was raining.

Perfect conditions to get numb. The good way. The perfect way. The getting one with the world for just a little moment way.

And while curling up in the wet grass, smelling the earth and the grass, feeling the little raindrops, at first hurting but slowly embracing, I felt something touch my finger.

Natures way of telling you, you are not alone. And someone else who seems to enjoy the weather as much as I do.