My Little Ounce of Sunshine

Hey, guys! Momo here. Here's another edition of my short story, "My little ounce of sunshine." I hope you all enjoy it!! Keep dreaming and lots of love, Momo It was one of those days when the sky seemed gray and the subways seemed to pack in more people than the normal crowd. But, it was one of those Mondays when thoughts bustled about in your brain, creating a perfect harmony of an idealistic story. Walking to work can be a therapeutic practice for a writer like me. Walking, helps me to literally step away from a sedentary position and assist in letting the ideas in my brain roll. Today, I am determined to make this Monday worth writing for in my journal. As I strolled along a road that opened up to hole-in-the-wall coffee shops and clothing boutiques, I thought about Haruki Matsuro who works with me my at my job. Haruki wrote a beautiful piece of writing that I couldn't stop thinking about last night. Each word seemed to flow together in a rhythmic lullaby that felt as if he used each instrument in an orchestra to write this piece. As if a wall magically seemed to appear in front of me, I stepped back dumbfounded to find Haruki hovering over me, holding an umbrella. "Well look who's been daydreaming." He tilted his head down to look at me and giggled. "Ohh!! I'm so sorry, Mr. Matsuro! You see, I didn't see you. I was thinking about your writing and then you just appeared in front of me. " "You were?" He lifted his head and gazed at the rising sun. I nodded. "Then, I'll see you later, Ms. Robin." As he began to shake my hand, he replaced it with his umbrella and smiled. "It looks like rain today. "At that moment, I didn't think of saying anything, I just stood there with my umbrella and watched him run with his suitcase over his head. Then, at that moment, I began to feel wet splashes on my legs. It was raining.