It’s afternoon—the sky is yet blue, but its golden tone suggests the impending sunset. Then again, the sky is semi-opaque with a thin sheet of cloud. And outside… through my window, I can see a slight mound of a hill, covered in white snow with trails of patchy green in shapes of a foot. It’s an interesting view. It’s neither bright nor dark. While beyond the hill the landscape is warmer in tone, right in front of me do I see colder snow. It’s neither brightened or shadowed.
This song is usually my “rain song”, but no matter it cuddles me.