Passing the Time

A lovely meal to farewell Michael.

The rain, which you may have gathered is a constant in our lives, was especially heavy as we were leaving.
Too heavy to make a run for it. 
Not that I can run.

These people were also waiting for a break, and they would all have been able to run.
They entertained themselves by writing sweet things in the condensation.

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