special relation

its already late night - my favourite time of 24 hour period. raindrops playing my favourite melody on tree leaves, grass, soil, street, paths, windowsill and windows. again sitting lonely on my window, letting cold wind breeze run and make shiver coming over me.
today unexpectadly ended to read the book of 445 wonderful pages which i started just 3 days ago.
i have some strange relation with books. some special relation. wind is bringing sounds of the train going its way from behind some houses on the west side.
i will miss detectives and monkeewrench people. will miss their company and their day rythm. will miss their personalities and their individualities.
how strange that those people seem so real. and feeling that they are living just somewhere here around and now you have to leave them all and move to some other place. meet some other people. get to know different personalities. attach to somebody else.
like living million small lives inside your main one.
wind playing with black tree leaves and waving their black hands in lamplight which tries to break the way through the darkness.
guys, im gonna miss you.
rain singing the song. and me lonely on the windowsill.