The
sun is shining bright outside, and the earth seems to steam as the
translucent rays of light beat upon it. Flowers sprout, and birds
sing. The ice and snow recede into the shadows. I look out the
window, wondering how much of it will still be alive next year.
Nature woke up early this time around, so it might not be able to
hold on until the end. I open up another bottle, because I haven't
got anything better to do.
Actually,
I have a lot of better things to do. Goals to achieve, dreams to
realize, duties to fulfill. But those don't count. These days, they
never really do. Not as long as I've got time. And even though the
day always seems to fall short, the nights are long.
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