It is 4:00 am in Shinjuku, and besides the time and rain, people are walking down the street. Some are making their way home, and others want to stay a little bit longer ignoring the clock’s hands that are dangerously getting closer and closer to reality.
The city seems to be covered in clouds.
Shinjuku, my adoptive city, the place where the unexpected is routine welcomes the drizzle (very light rain) and a new day.
It is time to go now, I just wish I had more time to dance in the rain.