One minute the stars are covered by a thick layer of stubborn looking cloud, next, they're shining bright and I'm hanging out my window like good old times.
People find it strange that I prefer the winter. But I guess I'm a winter baby because I find the cold comforting. Hanging out my widow, stretching so I'm bent backwards out the window on my tiptoes to get a descent look at the stars, clutching onto the ledge with sweaty palms, with the cold wind wrapping itself around my skin, makes me feel the raw taste of freedom. To me, that's what freedom tastes, smells, feels like... and there's so much music around, if only you listen to the wind singing with the trees, and the last brave robin.
*lovelysigh* :)
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