Cold cold water

Since I came back to Tokyo the sky's been soaking in grey for days. It was misty and turned rainy today and washed away people's mood. A moodless and motionless colour drew today. Outside was chilly and no one was around, even on the main street. The wet pathway seemed endless. I was smoking out white mist.

Going back home, my new humidifier was blowing out white steam.

I soaked myself into a hot tub.

What a quiet weekend.

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Hearing a familiar melody in the last scene of ER S12E06, when Abby was walking by Lake Michigan. There came the voice of Damien Rice, it matched with the scene so perfectly. A cold, cold winter in Chicago with two hands holding in the wind.

Cold cold water surrounds me now
and all I've got is your hand
Lord can you hear me now? or am I lost?

No one's daughter allows me that
and I can't let go of your hand