Winter
It’s the peak of autumn here in the Southern Hemisphere, where I live. Crisp winds and grey, clouded skies announce the return of the old man season. Winter is my place, it feels nostalgic and introspective. Strange, every time I find myself in the heart of a season, whether suffering under the scorching sun of summer or enduring the long, cold nights of winter, I wish for it to end and yearn for its opposite. This cycle repeats itself, year after year.
May the 13th
After two months of coding and testing, I finally made my website public. Now I should take a break and let it breathe and exist on its own for a few days, before I start working on it again.