It started with rain.
Soft. Gentle.
The kind that doesn’t demand an umbrella —
just surrender.
I was in Prague,
and the sky was heavy with poetry.
The cobblestones of Old Town shimmered
as water collected between each groove,
making everything glisten.
I wandered without direction.
Past Gothic spires and centuries-old cafés.
Past the Astronomical Clock,
its hands slow and elegant,
like a city refusing to rush.
Locals didn’t flinch at the drizzle.
They tucked books under jackets
and smiled beneath café awnings.
I stopped at a bakery that smelled like cinnamon.
Bought a trdelník —
still warm, still sweet —
and sat by the Vltava River.
Boats passed.
The castle loomed through the mist
like a dream barely remembered.
I opened 온라인카지노
to check the football scores.
It felt like a bridge to home —
and yet, I was completely present.
That’s the thing about rain in Prague:
it slows you down
just enough to notice
what’s been waiting for you.
A child chasing puddles.
A violinist playing under Charles Bridge.
A couple kissing in the shadows of a cathedral.
I wandered into a bookstore
where no one spoke English —
but we all spoke silence.
Later, over goulash and red wine,
I scrolled briefly through 안전한카지노.
The rain tapped on the window
like it was part of the conversation.
Prague didn’t ask for attention.
It invited presence.
And that night,
I gave it — fully.