I reminisced the moment when the wind breeze blew across my hair and face while my eyes were set on the words of a current read. The smoke emerging from the cup of tea went along with the wind as the wind breezed through it. Took a few sips from the tea as I flipped to a new page or paused for a while before continuing to the next chapter while I sat on the brown wooden bench. Moreover, the heat of the sun complemented the soft movement of the wind. A perfect scenario for a person who likes to read outdoors. Like me. I miss this moment. The only place that I can do this is at home. I have about 2 months left before I could experience this kind of trivial moment again.