Brrrrr.

As I sit here, chewing on my pencil and gathering my wild thoughts with eagerness to develop them into a somehow readable descripton, i realise its almost Easter. The time of the egg. Chocolate, that is. Even a 3 week break to fill the silence of study. Of concentration. WAY too much of that. Or so I tell my mum. I can't wait to frolick in the fields, eat sandwiches in our garden...or rather, our grass patch. To shop, op shop perhaps. Recollect my thoughts, grab them from wherever they have been hiding from each other and reassemble them. Maybe not in the same pattern as before.

But I can't deny what these holidays symbolise. Winter. That frosty demon that continues to sneak up on us. Well, to be brutally honest, I dont think this particular demon ever left. Its 12 degrees. Snowman anyone?