In days like this, I mostly find myself staring out from my balcony door. Trees planted in perfect rows, a couple of yellow houses few blocks away, birds singing their usual anthem, thumping and screeching noises from the steel factories. The sun doesn't shines so bright today and all the colors look pale. The air is crisp, harsh and cold. You gotta love winters. I always have. And why not? I was born in winters!
".....fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass.........it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed...." as Stephen King would write in one of his books. Those are the exact words for what I think about winters. Like an old friend, makes me forget all about my work and makes me stay with it. No wonder I've been staring out the balcony door for so long now. I could curl up in my blanket and read a book. But I'm caught, standing here......inhaling the sharp, cold air.....shivering and still enjoying every minute of it. I feel sad for no reason. Who says time doesn't stops? It does. Here. Outside the door of my balcony. Nothing's happening. Nothing's moving. No work in progress. These are the kinds of moments where you could say that the world has stopped. You feel as if you are a part of some sci-fi and have pressed a pause button. But then, there's these noises coming from the steel factory. Swinging, screeching and thumping and repeating the process all over again which pulls you out of your delusion and makes you realize that some kind work is in progress in other parts of the world, that time hasn't stopped. It's been flying by ever since I was staring out. And now i can see, the sun shines a little more brighter than before and it has the same effect on the all the colors I can see outside. That's the thing about winters. You need something to make yourself realize that you're not dreaming. Yeah... well.... I don't know about others but that's the same with me. And the funny thing is, today I'm not being able to understand that, is it really the winters or am i just finding excuses to procrastinate my work? I'm a very sincere procrastinator. "Keep calm and procrastinate" - that's my motto. And when I decide to procrastinate, I usually stare out the balcony, just like now....... more like a "procrasti-starer". But no, this just can't be an another excuse to procrastinate. Its something else, something about the winters that i can't explain. When I find myself thinking about winters, I feel safe, I feel like I'm home.
Nothing can touch me........ and no one can hurt me.
