Back to the quiet small town in the east coast of England again.

It is true that people's mood is changing with the surroundings. Yesterday, stepping out of Heathrow airport, seeing the blue sky, I was exciting shouting out to the cab driver, "England!!! I come back again!!!"  This morning, it gets as usual again, cloudy and rainy, which is the typical English weather. Stepping out of the small guest house where I stay, found that it opposites a park in the central area of the town. Not far from the guest house, is the gate of the Christchurch park. Three years ago, when I was working here in this town, I was once locked in the park. It was getting dark and nobody was coming to open the door. I had to finally climb up and jump over the tall gate. A lot of warm memories come back. Take the bus 66 to the firm where I ever worked with. Rain drops slipping over the window, swaying with the bus. The engine tediously roaring and wandering its way on the narrow paths, uphill and downhill. The bus passes by the small red brick house where I lived two years ago. The window is shut as quiet as ever before. A steel statue was established outside the window. A couple of new houses were built on the opposite side of the court. Don't know who is staying there in the house. I really hope that there were not ever anyone accessing there since I left. My mood follows the weather outside, becoming as quiet as the five-exit roundabout opposite the small house, as quiet as the rain drops rolling down on the closed window.