Coming and going of winters.

 It was that time of the year when the sun shines bright and the wind blows cold. As if it is summer in the hue and winter in the air. This is my favourite kind of weather. I get myself out of my sweater and put it back on every few minutes. Road trips, bright yellow and a familiar restlessness. 


It has been a month since then. I joined a music class last week. Everyone plays something throughout the class. Seems like every conversation has background music to it. It feels weirdly calming. 


Somedays I love how a harmonica sounds or the smell of turpentine while I paint. Pretty flowers, window seats and the pink sky during sunset. The other days, I don't. 


Sunlight plummet on the white door of my room; making it look yellow during the afternoon. Yesteryear was slow and so much about such things. Leisurely and passive. Just the way I like. But March is here again.

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