Sunday, 28 December 2008

attempt 1

It feels like sunrise now, with the orange rays pouring in through the blinds, making my hands look as though they are covered by a thin golden sheet. Cold, it does not look, but thou shalt not be fooled. One step out of the main door (in t-shirt and shorts) and you will find yourself scampering back in, running to the nearest heater in sight. For winter, it is a brilliant day. The Sun is out and the sky is of a nice shade of blue. I feel carefree. I think, doubt, hope. The outcome of the first attempt wasn't satisfactory. Adds on to our worry, makes us analyze, tests our ideas. The act of words, be wary for we wouldn't want to trigger off some fury.
carpe diem