And sometimes just good!
Without reason, without reason, without sense.
Just because the snow is gone,
Just because the snow's thoughts.
And sometimes just at random
a Hundred random insults with a smile
will Turn back to read
coffee grounds or tea...
Just because too suddenly,
Confusing days and moods
the rest of the mosaic around
Forecasts or anticipation.
Olga pyatakova Meshkovskiy, 2016.