Oh winter, oh winter Don’t think I am bitter But to be honest I wish you to be gone-st I really loved you at first Now I am dying of thirst Of a summer that is So hear me please And be gone!
“Something about the snow perhaps, makes it different?” Gun Roswell
Outside it’s cool and crispy The clouds are hanging low It’s just another day in January With quite a lot of snow Sitting in my home office The images quite flawless Admiring the window views In my hand my favourite brew