Life is like a river

By Gunnlaug

Gloomily gazing out the window

When the first teeny-tiny snowflakes of this coming winter fell slowly from the sky and melted immediately after landing, I thought to myself it was time to bring the balcony furniture inside.  But right now, I really can't be bothered...

Maybe tomorrow. 
I hate winter. 

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