It's good to see some sunshine this early in the morning. Everything is quiet and static, except for a few birds passing through and the steam coming out of the chimneys. If I could, I will take a photo of it and bring it home. Too bad I have too much stuff to do right now.
I don't like this cold weather, because it seems like I don't have much will to fight on. Trapped in this winter, I feel myself being a bit despicable; how can I be brought down by something minor like this? Is it really impossible to plan the future, or am I just inept at planning? It looks like whatever I do, the pieces of the puzzle won't come together and form a complete picture. I'm tired and not even interested to find out where it went wrong. I just know that I have to make my way back to you somehow. Whatever happens after that, I'll leave it to God.
Too much thinking always gets me nowhere at all. I can't afford wasting this precious Saturday morning, and here it shall stop at this instant. Before going back to the never-ending homework, I'll wish you good luck with everything. It's true I've been unreachable for a while, but it doesn't mean that my prayer goes away.