I have a strange habit. Usually in weekends I sleep till noon but whenever I am in a holiday, I wake up very early. That day too I woke up early, all my friends were sleeping. I opened the window, it was still raining. I freshen up, took my raincoat and went to the roof. The dark sky was the perfect background for the green mountain. I was shivering due to the cold, but still I stood there, watching the mountain and the sea. I felt somewhat sad, realizing I have to leave this place soon and might never be back.