Let's start in style, let's dance for a while.

The weirdest January ever. The shortest winter ever. All that snow lingering somewhere in those clouds making them hang heavy over our heads. Rays of sunshine at 2pm, like a late Autumn or an early Spring, or a re-arranged map with a twisted sense of humor. Almost warm. Almost cold. No longer the outskirts of Arctic.

Not yet the Bahamas.

Can't really count the days. Weekends crashing into each other, throwing about pieces of Mondays and Wednesdays that flash by like headlights on the highway. You turn back pages in your calendar and it escapes you how all that's been done fits in that narrowest time span of a month. No point in seeing what's next as the days are thick with anticipation. The year has just begun.

You're thinking Summer.

Give me a little bit more time. Give me 6 more hours in every day.

Or give me a secretary.

Fuck it. If I don't go to the office now, I might as well spend the night there. Back in 4 hours and then I'll continue.

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Have you any idea of how many breaths you take in any one day? Could you venture a guess? The cold winter air waking your lungs before first light of day. Crystal clear scenery of a city in the middle of a frantic, chaotic game of chess on a f*cked up board with glimmering lights behind windows filled with unexpected acquaintances to be. Cold wind breeding tears in your eyes, drawing impressionistic drafts of distant sights in your mind as reflections of bright marble castles on the milky gray surface of a lake. You're turning your head and closing your eyes, only to open them wide and correct your aim.