"Polar Vortex".
That is what they are calling the incredible amount of chills flowing in from the North Pole thereby freezing almost the whole of the USA. The temperatures are supposed to go down way below -20 degree Celsius.
Doesn't make much of a difference in Minnesota. Freezing temperatures are a way of life here. In fact, the people here enjoy the winters. The perfect time for snowballing, ice sculpture, ice skating, even shoveling is considered as a sport!
Life is harsh, but only as much as you think it is.
The past three weeks have been quite restful. Christmas, then New Year, then the Vortex dude - aah! Life is blissful!
One couch, well placed beside the giant glass window and beside a brown round table, can bring you all the happiness in the world.
The sun streams through the glass warming my feet. The warmth flows through my whole existence and I snuggle deeper into the couch. The green plant soothes my eyes. It sparkles like a thousand diamonds outside.
The perpetual stretches of white calms the restless mind like the touch of a mother's hand.
Days go by. And I dream.
Of rainbows on white mountain tops.
Of yellow meadows wet with dew drops.
Of grasshoppers and butterflies,
Of blue ponds and moonshines.
I become a tramp. Bounding from road to road, into the unknown, floating, gliding, bouncing, resting, leaving the tunes of my flute as my only trail.
I watch the quaint snowflakes striking my window pane as the sun slowly fades away into the black.
Up come the Christmas lights, twinkling by my blinds. Time to focus on the tons of chocolate, beverages, with the Loves of my life keeping me company.
Life is indeed a beautiful poem.
That is what they are calling the incredible amount of chills flowing in from the North Pole thereby freezing almost the whole of the USA. The temperatures are supposed to go down way below -20 degree Celsius.
Doesn't make much of a difference in Minnesota. Freezing temperatures are a way of life here. In fact, the people here enjoy the winters. The perfect time for snowballing, ice sculpture, ice skating, even shoveling is considered as a sport!
Life is harsh, but only as much as you think it is.
The past three weeks have been quite restful. Christmas, then New Year, then the Vortex dude - aah! Life is blissful!
One couch, well placed beside the giant glass window and beside a brown round table, can bring you all the happiness in the world.
The sun streams through the glass warming my feet. The warmth flows through my whole existence and I snuggle deeper into the couch. The green plant soothes my eyes. It sparkles like a thousand diamonds outside.
The perpetual stretches of white calms the restless mind like the touch of a mother's hand.
Days go by. And I dream.
Of rainbows on white mountain tops.
Of yellow meadows wet with dew drops.
Of grasshoppers and butterflies,
Of blue ponds and moonshines.
I become a tramp. Bounding from road to road, into the unknown, floating, gliding, bouncing, resting, leaving the tunes of my flute as my only trail.
I watch the quaint snowflakes striking my window pane as the sun slowly fades away into the black.
Up come the Christmas lights, twinkling by my blinds. Time to focus on the tons of chocolate, beverages, with the Loves of my life keeping me company.
Life is indeed a beautiful poem.
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Bah bhalo laglo..
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