Blog #3: Let the wind blow away the sadness.

Sit at the window for every cold wind blowing in the face, into the person, to breathe again, to feel the feeling - the fresh air at midnight. The night in Saigon dissipated the dry air, hot air blowing into the room, leaving the wind a bit cold, slightly light. Let me inhale the cold in a refreshing way, take a deep breath and get rid of a lot of things out of the head.
Cold wind blowing through my face, through me to give me a sense of familiar as the days I was sitting at my desk in the bedroom. Open the door to the wind blowing, the wind blowing the leaves of the coconut leaves rustle into the room, cool.
Remember the hot days, when I was at home, I carried the pillow to the railing in front of the house, then leaned against the home column. To think, or to feel comfortable, enjoy a little gentle in the night.
As time passes, it seems that I lost that emotion so now I see something familiar again. In the past, I was still waiting to see the meteors alone until 2am, but now there is nothing to interest me anymore.
It's like there's enough motivation to step down that road for a walk, so that the wind can blow in every single hair. Let the head calm, to breathe deeply the cold of the air mixed with a little dew of night. What is more wonderful thing?

Those days, I was still young and now, I am too.
Fighting