I am sitting down in a warm, dry establishment, making an escape from the torrential downpour that was happening on the other side of the window. The place in which I have taken refuge sells coffee, hot chocolate and at this moment in my cold and dreary state the warmest, sweetest tea that my taste buds have had the pleasure of feeling. As my eyes gaze out of the raindrop covered glass, the pupils in my eyes are drawn towards a group of young people with cheerful faces, ignoring the sensation of their clothes getting wet, splashing through the collections of water whilst ecstatically chasing and attacking a sphere-like object. Their feet move them across the marshy, treacherous ground, swiftly one of the youngster's feet catches the ball and they stop, take aim and the toe of the kid's boot thrusts the ball into the net like a …show more content…
Sitting down at my table, adjacent to the window with my face as straight as a metre stick, the silence shattered like a trumpet sounding a salute, by the children who seem to be oblivious to the depressing weather celebrating their victory like they had just won a million pounds for each of them to spend. As I drift into a dream like state I begin to remember being in a situation similar to the one these youngsters were enjoying but this incident was far from gleeful or joyous. It was a bitter, cold day. Colder than the usual Scottish weather. It felt like there was more water on the ground than there is in the whole of the Atlantic Ocean. In fact, other wet days felt like the desert compared to this. I could feel the iciness of the rain as it poured from the sky and pounded on my head like