The stillness of snow, oh how the mind falls silent, calm and peaceful.
A while ago I wrote about life on the 17th floor, the sunsets like an air bound fire, the fear through the eyes of others & so many shades of green – even the greatest of artists would be envious. Many a physician will die of old age before finding a more powerful sedative – a more potent relaxant. Looking out onto blankets of white, any signs of anger, stress, depression pale into insignificance even if it’s only slightly. Tomorrow maybe the joy will return fully with a multitude of colours visible from the 17th Floor.
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