Dripping--Interlaken

The greater the expectation you have, the more suffering you bear when reality didn´t match what you expected.

Saturday. It was rain that covers the whole city, the whole me. I was walking in the street, aimlessly. With both shoes all wet, I lost all motivation to keep dry. I walked in the city, in the rain, trying to find a place where I could view the white mountain top, I thought, that would be good enough.

Clouds not only could bring in rain, they were good at blocking view too. My heart was drowning, as the rain dripping from the sky.

I sat in a cafe, writing postcards to my friends, the words are heavy, each one of them.

Back in the fun and crazy hostel, I found people to grumble with. They told me, it is a beautiful city when the sky is clear...

I came at the wrong time I guess.

The next day, I packed up and headed to the South...I thought the weather will be better then. As I walked out of the hostel, it was rain that covered the whole city, the whole me.

But it was the expectation picking me up from the seas of rain, I was with joy, before I went into the mist.