Weekends and Monday

Jazz was the music for the weekend. Saturday night, in a red basement club in Soho with a strange atmosphere, very smoky and girls with red lipsticks wearing swing dresses while the men lounged around looking very lost with gelled back hair. It was so small and loud, we didn't hear any music.
Sunday night was lovely, at a pub called Boaters. Swing and lovely jazz. Drank JD cola in the balcony and watched the moon reflect in the Thames.
Today was so cloudy and gray. I slept until 11 in my aunt's home. I feel so cozy and tend to forget all my everyday worries there. Bliss.
It rained a bit, the slight chill in the wind biting into your face. Why doesn't it smell the same as back home. In India when the first drops of rain hit the surface of parched dry earth, there wafts a fragrance so sweet, it takes me to heaven and drops me gently back.