Winter

By far my favourite part of winter is the first snow fall. When the flakes gently cover everything and each piece glistens in the light of the lamps. Yellow orange hues creating diamonds that are all different in every way. I'm waiting for you winter.

Look up

Perhaps it is the idle mind or idle hand that gets one thinking of travel. The most romantic way to see the world is as you go up and down through the clouds. Was I meant to be here only to fulfill one purpose? Am I pretending this is everything I dreamed of? Would it be different to see the world now that I have experiences everything I have ever dreamed of?