Big Men Headscissor Smal

hates winter sadness

In nature

there is nothing melancholy. happens

an old tramp heart

injured the memory of a penalty

or vague discomfort or love that was not -

filled all things of itself

and made the sound of forests

tell her sadness, he and others like him.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Translation of Gabriel Insausti

Days pass, flying almost-but the cold and the few hours of light slow-make, and I did not remember stopping by. Or reading to friends. Will be time to remedy ...