so cold and rainny week

by walterdoege

past week..all days cold…so frosty rainny days and nights…I’ve worked a lot and I’m caught up with the compromises and duties…i notice that I can’t write during the week days…the time passes so fast!,…these oceanic days…misty and cloudy atmosphere…and when the night comes…the need to come back home…take a soothing bath…and try to sleep earlier…to stay ready to face another days with fresh mind…willingness and good will…perhaps I’m almost an old man…definitely not young…this way…even though…that winter is hard for stay at streets…to acomplish the daily out-of-house tasks…it’s hard to walk…to go on with the flow of cars and peoples at streets…I like to long walkings…and trips…but these cold rainny days I felt aren’t the places I like to ride…at these streets in the city I live…I like that city…its the city I was born…despite that winter coldness…I could listen some new bird songs…and sense some birds are preparing them to fly to other lands…since some tiny spring signs are sensible too…but perhaps I am not yet so old man…I face the rainny cold winter…but I love to stay at home…and take some rest…take some sweet tea cup…listen to some good music…read something…write a little…and be grateful when still praying I fall in deep sleep…and at every morning wake up listening the little joyous birds at my bedroom window…they face the forsty dawns…me too…some sweet togetherness