Soft hail.
I look back and i see how depress i can get sometimes. As i chuckled to myself, i know these things can't be helped. Maybe when i come here, it's when i'm down (again) or just having some loose time to spare. Haha. I feel like an avalanche just frosted my heart, weighing it down. I have no idea what i'm worried about. 'O's are almost over for me and the rest of the preparation are preceding. I doubt and have suspicion that something was wrong somewhere, yet i really can't place my finger on it. I guess it'll wear off aye? If my heart is warm enough, i hope the snow melts. Then the avalanche won't last.
Then again no one can survive being buried under an avalanche for more than 15 minutes. It's truly the quarter of an hour aye.
