NR Day 5

It was a dark rainy morning. I was watching osmanthus soaked by cold autumn rain, and I remembered the morning watercolor painting when I was 4th or 5th grade elementary school. Our teacher said to us to work on painting projects before classes start. It was the first and last time experience to paint before classes. We had only less than an hour, but I was somehow fulfilled with colors and touches by brushes under glowing classroom lights. I’m 45 year-old man now, but a dark rainy day and sounds of rain still remind me of that cozy moment.