A drizzle outside enough to cool the afternoon heat.
Deep-fried squid balls.
An ice-cold regular Coke, not the Zero, definitely not.
An early 2000 acoustic song by a band trying to make mama proud.
An SMS from a college bestfriend asking if it is also raining outside.
A strawberry-flavored Rebisco Sandwich.
Lying naked with somebody and exchanging sweet-nothings to each other.
Writing, of course.
Nothing can be better than this afternoon.