The smell of paint. The drops of rain. The sound of the strings in the guitar. Those things make me feel nostalgic. I closed my eyes and opened the window in the living room. The wind chime I hanged up in my window made a tiny sound. It’s raining.   A rain in fall.   Just like that day when my life changed forever.   When I close my eyes, It’s as if I still feel the smell of paint, the drops of