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During the autumn vacation it was winter. The snow rained down and piled up half a meter high and chaos ruled the streets. Now that my short one week vacation is over the snow is melting again and it feels like spring, summer lying beneath the puddles covering the frozen ground. Today school ended at 5 (my longest day of the week) and the pitch black darkness outside reminded me that it is still winter.

Anyway, I managed to read 31 volumes of the Berserk Manga, almost finish the CyberDoze forums, work a little on a new layout for CyberDyze, stay awake for about 48 hours celebrating Halloween together with Björn (Bear) and Mirelle and a bunch of other people, read a 300 page book and maybe 30 comics. Then my vacation was suddenly over and I hadn't finished half of what I planned.

I'm going to bed early today and taking back some of the sleep I have missed. Good morning tomorrow.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Leaves lit in bright fire
Ground covered in gray
Of ashes from the
Bright light of torn day

Cold creeps near my bone
Aligned cobblestone
Frost lies on the sidelines
Of my far walk home

The warmth in my house
To feel and its rife
Glaze the cold surroundings
With no source of life

The winter is near
A grim symbol fear
Snow falls through the air
The beautiful bare

Spring jumps through the window
The new year's a mere trap
Winter never arrived
And summer is back

A short poetic poem by the Cyberdevil (me)

Oh my, didn't expect this day to turn up twice in a year.

Not that anything spectacular happened...

Thick mist flowed and followed and birds that flew it swallowed
The street was damp and gray
and the sun did not rise
to mark this new day

The train was close to empty and it drifted silently through
the mist and past the fields covered with morning dew
I could not see the end of the scenery passing by
nor mark the border between earth and sky

I'm not superstitious
So Friday 13th doesn't scare
Walking under ladders
Smashing mirrors I don't care

On this special day
That just passes once a year
But I'll be watching scary movies
With the fear thats in the air..

A short poem dedicated to this mistful day... by Bob Axell...