I Miss You Like The Moon Misses The Sun

Mood: sitting in your flat in Edinburgh, it’s dusk and raining. Your window is open and you can smell the atmosphere. You can hear people chit chatting in the street. There is a lamp on, and the room is illuminated with soft, warm light. You have a warm cup of coffee and your laptop. The cat is sleeping beside you. You crack open a textbook and start taking notes. You are listening to your favourite playlist in the background. All is right where it should be, and you’re content. Life is good.