It feels weird, it's like counting down to your last breath. Day after day, you do more of each, hoping in vain to make up for the moments that will never be, the things that will never be done, the words unspoken.

See you tomorrow suddenly seems so much more precious, because there aren't many tomorrows left.

It's raining in the garden
It's raining in the fields
It's raining in the forest
As far as I can see