The first thing I do after getting out of bed is look through the window. I roll the blinds and stare. I am waiting for the good weather that rarely comes. I am waiting for the good times that are due to reappear. I am waiting for something but I am not sure for what. So I leave it all to the imagination for now...

Still, it seems I am always hoping for something new and good.


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