Slowly and fast moving through the winter. Why does it seem endless like always? Why doesn’t summer? Is it because winter hurts? For sure it is about me. It must be about me. Somewhere out there are people who are having the best days. Maybe the time of their life. Just because of the winter.
I had a dream about my grandma. She gave me a goldfish as a present. I never had a fish before. I kind of like the idea.
Back to the cold. It is still winter.