E enquanto escrevia isto começou a chover. Começo a achar que tenho poderes mágicos.

Winter has passed by and I didn't even notice. Is it me or time's getting faster and faster, like it has somewhere to go, somewhere to be? Maybe I'm so consistently involved in the depths of my inner being's thoughts I'm not establishing actual contact with reality. Anyways, I'll miss the grey skies and the cozy cold afternoons.