It's cold in the mornings. Albeit the stinging wind is not that ferocious, it calms down as the day surges towards a delayed twilight. May is glorious for the stretched shimmer and illuminance, the vibrancy of the lushed leaves and the proliferation of colors in the surroundings.
It helps my mood a bit. I become less bitchy and temperamental. I don't throw heavy objects at random individuals. I'm as docile as a stuff doll. This would be me at my most productive. Sounds so good in theory. But in reality, I'm as enraged as ever.
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