The time is soon! Actually it's past already. Last week. They're late...

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It's not supposed to be easy here, it's not supposed to be easy. How fun would that be? How much would you learn that way? If everything was just so easy. When it feels like hell that means there's heaven around the corner.

I barely made it out of the driveway this morning before the bike spun around. Wet snow. Couldn't stop the fall, but apart from the one leg tangled on the one side of the bike it was a soft landing.

The usually so simple route to the station went slow, riddled with obstacles as it was. The speed bumps were the trickiest parts - those square ones that slant to the side. Remind me why they started using those? I met a car near the parking, but didn't want to risk getting out of the tire tracks I was wobbling in, so they made way for me. Thanks, stranger driver.

On the train I look out the window at wonderfully white and deceivingly wet landscapes, yet though they're a rare sight they don't fill me with as much awe as they sometimes do. I look to my phone instead, and type down words for unknown reasons. Blog post potential.

Are the sights not that amazing because I know they'll melt away before the week is over? Because the white wonder betrayed my trust this morning with its deceptive traction? Because I'm just tired after little sleep and long days; without the energy required to feel good things?
Probably the latter.

I started posting last night too. At the NG BBS. Communicating with others. In public. I haven't done that in a while, but when other arduous dues amount what else can you do... it's the fastest escape way. Time flew.

The dreams? Something about One Piece, running, snow (like a premonition) and sitting at home waiting on the zombie apocalypse - I have a topic to thank for that.

A blur of notions and emotions. It's a bit late to remember it all - maybe it was washed away with the fall, even if the day has barely begun. I'm done.

I hadn't needed to tread so fast anyway. The train was a few minutes late, and my leg aches, now. Tired. On the train to work I trek the tracks, and wrack my mind for what next to contract. Maybe a nap.

Best not get carried away with the posting I might. Good night.