22 [AUDIO]
[No speech for a long moment, just faint backgrounds noises and a quiet tap-tap-tapping on glass--rain on his window.]
...It is raining. It smells...clean.
I did not think that it would rain like this here. I thought rain here in Discedo would taste and smell as dirty as the rest of this place, but the rain is clean and cool, and bringing just as comforting a sound as it did back home.
I wonder if it snows here? I suppose it is the wrong time of year, at least here, but some snow would make me very happy to see. I missed snow back in Kras, too, but here it is different. Here I cannot get sick of things and drive back up North, just to see snow and family again. Here...
[Long pause, then a heavy sigh. Voice is quiet, a little thicker than usual, and more than a little pained.]
...I miss a lot of things, here.
[Another pause, voice is so quiet it's very difficult to hear, understanding made more difficult with his accent.]
I have a brother back home, you know. He is turning twenty-seven this year. We were going to go back up North to visit Aunt Iselda and her children for his birthday, spend a couple days with our family. Go back to our old house, visit our parents' graves. Leave flowers. Make flowers, grow them right there.
[Very heavy sigh, then nothing but background noise for a minute or two. Then the transmission cuts.]
...It is raining. It smells...clean.
I did not think that it would rain like this here. I thought rain here in Discedo would taste and smell as dirty as the rest of this place, but the rain is clean and cool, and bringing just as comforting a sound as it did back home.
I wonder if it snows here? I suppose it is the wrong time of year, at least here, but some snow would make me very happy to see. I missed snow back in Kras, too, but here it is different. Here I cannot get sick of things and drive back up North, just to see snow and family again. Here...
[Long pause, then a heavy sigh. Voice is quiet, a little thicker than usual, and more than a little pained.]
...I miss a lot of things, here.
[Another pause, voice is so quiet it's very difficult to hear, understanding made more difficult with his accent.]
I have a brother back home, you know. He is turning twenty-seven this year. We were going to go back up North to visit Aunt Iselda and her children for his birthday, spend a couple days with our family. Go back to our old house, visit our parents' graves. Leave flowers. Make flowers, grow them right there.
[Very heavy sigh, then nothing but background noise for a minute or two. Then the transmission cuts.]