It's January 23rd, and I'm sitting here in awe of all the shit going on around me. It has rained for the last five days. The smell of mildew fresh in the air and humidity that you can see and feel. I went walking for an hour to feel my old friend -- the sun, again. It was really nice. I literally stopped, at one point during my walk, because I smelled flowers in the air. Spring is coming, I thought. Then, I quickly realized I was walking passed the cemetery and that this, in fact, was probably where the fragrant scent was coming from. Damn thing caught me off guard. But oh well, a flower is a flower, if something smells good-- enjoy it. Enjoy the sun, enjoy waking up early or sleeping in late. Take things as they come, everything happens for some small purpose even if it's to give you a spike in ultra violet rays or endorphins.
This winter has not been brutally cold but like all winters I am tired of the tired. I want energy and warmth. I want to see baby animals and not be hungry 24 hours a day. I want to open my balcony and let the bees fly in and listen to them bother me for hours until they finally escape out into the world again.