When winter rolls in and decides to stay, I find myself wandering on snow covered pavements with a frosty chill in the air. I start to miss the departed, but quickly conclude that the departed are better left far away. Then I start thinking about tomorrow, and the day after that. And I realize that the start of the future is here and it is up to me finally make those pipe dreams manifest into reality. But as I sit on this bench, in the open winter air, a happy future doesn’t seem possible in my world view. Maybe I’m a pessimist hidden under an optimist exterior. Maybe I’m afraid of not finding acceptance in an increasingly exclusive world. Or maybe I’m just lonely dreamer that can’t find the right conclusion to the story I have crafted for myself.

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