03.25.02-12:58 p.m.>

Things are so off lately,

Some days are gray. Like the life is absent from them and they cant be real. They are colorless and windy and things are silent and people move about quietly through their daily routines.

Some days are colorful, like they've decorated by hand, and the breeze off the bay smells like salt,and the sun is full in the sky and you dont need a winter jacket and all is right.

The succession between the two is oddly unpredictable.

It reminds me of that book where the wind and the sun are fighting to get the guy to take off his jacket.

Does anyone know what Im referring to ??

ah well.

I'll be quiet then.