30/01/21
It’s 18:22 and it’s getting darker.
The sun has long gone behind a curtain made of clouds.
It has rained, enough to get everything wet; not enough to soak it.
I think it’s cold outside.
A melancholic day.
It’s 18:22 and it’s getting darker.
The sun has long gone behind a curtain made of clouds.
It has rained, enough to get everything wet; not enough to soak it.
I think it’s cold outside.
A melancholic day.