Another winter night is in full swing. Distraught with the sound of the clock, I am unable to sleep. Thoughts of a winter morning gone by ripple through my mind. The morning of a train ride and waiting at the gate. Of colours Green, and Black, and Brick Red. One of haze, Northern winds, long walk, memorable chatter, filter coffee, and dorm rooms. The morning of Harry Potter quotes, and Feng Shui.

Is it an accident that I remember it like a sunset painted on an Egyptian cave? Or is it an important chapter in my life's book, that the reader has marked with a highligher, but I, being a character, can't realise it, even though being faintly aware of the flourescent glow.

- SherLoki