The happy place

There was blood in the sky; full moon shone strongly with red, and the night sky: purple

Beautiful and ominous

And today it’s snowing

This snow will not make it, it does not belong

But still it does, it is expected. There always will be snow and frost in spring

Because we are in a transformative phase right now.

And in this snow, I saw some buds or whatever on the trees outside.

There were snow flakes on some of them.

I shouldn’t have moved back here. History it’s repeating itself: I become fat and miserable,

Again

I have no future here.

Again

But I have opened my extra eyes now. Maybe I needed to go through this as part of my special personal journey

But that sounds like I’m reading meaning into things where there is none

A survival strategy.