It’s that time of the year I look out of the window and wonder what time of the day it is. When it’s dark when I wake up and dark when I go home. When I wish it was dark when it is not because the landscape looks so grey, dull, and barren. No, I…
It’s that time of the year I look out of the window and wonder what time of the day it is. When it’s dark when I wake up and dark when I go home. When I wish it was dark when it is not because the landscape looks so grey, dull, and barren. No, I…