The weather has changed.

I look out of the window …

… and remember a song. I go Downtown …

… where the drizzle drives me into one church …

… after the other …

…and God seems to have an eye on his property.

I keep looking for shelter …

… as I did not bring an umbrella.

My favourite refuge …

… is the Library …

… with its unique lighting.

I continue when the rain stops …

… but it starts again.

I follow the avenue …

…to where the streets have no numbers.

I have the option to go back …

… but choose not to.

I follow the beacon …

… to a dark place.