Winds in the East, mist coming in, like something is brewing, about to begin. Can't put me finger on what lies in store, but I feel what's to happen all happened before.
I imagined that this would be the happiest time in my life, but the calm here is not what I dreamt of. One after another, the days come. Aways the same, bringing nothing. Is this the will of God? Is my future just a dark corridor with a bolted door at the end?