
Tired of cold, tired of snow, tired of gray, tired of dark. Missing green, missing warmth, missing light, missing flowers. And we are only half way through January.
It's not the destination , it's the journey!
“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
― Jack Kerouac
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