Mundane Stories From Around The World.

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From Denmark.

Soon it is spring, but I couldn't tell that from the weather. I had to close my window. The noise from the highwayish mainroad, from the other side of the house block, diminished into a silent humming, only disrupted by the calling sound from my ICQ. It was grey and cold. Still the birds cheered eachother in the scattered naked trees. I could hear their songs when I closed my eyes and listened closer.

It was 5:30 PM but still no sign of darkness. I had to go shopping. I had to clean up and wash the dishes. Yet the charms of the internet and post daydreaming from viewing the new trailer of Star wars left me enthralled by the screen.

Monday. *sigh* yet another week to do your best, yet another week where you fail to do it. After a fantastic weekend with friends the everyday life strikes hard. This is what I told myself, What I told my conscience. The craving for things to be the same as always, even though they are worse than they could be. But I could feel that somewhere deep down something was different. Like an old engine had started and was coughing and stumbling but still strong and determined to run. I looked outside, A small white and yellow flower had sprung forth through the grass and moss in the tiny ,almost non exsisting, garden outside my window. I smiled. Spring.

[This message has been edited by ArchAngel (edited March 11, 2002).]