Winter taps at my door once again. The birds are headed south. I suppose it is south. Desolate whiteness will soon cover everything.
White stands for what? Peace. Prosperity. Don't make me laugh. It stands for utter, unspeakable loneliness. It stands for sheer cold. Cold that eats into your being.
Maybe times have changed. Maybe white is not what it used to be.
Maybe I am outdated.