I would say time is silent flowing away from each day, and it seems my life is now a tad colorless. The early spring makes the sky looks grey, and the snow is just now sleeping on the mountaintop. When I look up from my window, I can clearly tell that tomorow is a day filled with rain, the rain will surely melt away the ice who still roams on the land. Speaking of tomorow, I hope the weather liftens early, so I can take pictures with my group. ah valentines is tomorow, I don't have anyone I admire in secret, so thirteen roses is just pointless to buy, but love is one thing I would gladly experience once, the feeling of being in love. It would