Crisp and Blinding October Mornings...

Hyperborean mornings. The sky is donning an awesome colour, but the clouds are threatening again. And I hate mornings again. I think in English again. I don't want evenings to end. I fall asleep to the music, shuffling the tracks. I hide behind gloves, sunglasses and scarves, and behind warm walls, cloaked in my music...


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