"He was my North, my South, my East and West. My working week and my Sunday rest. My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song. I thought that love would last forever. I was wrong."

W.H Auden- Funeral Blues

I was 18 when I met this romantic poem. I thought it was about love, but it could be about family love and friendship.

This media and the whole is just like my baby. Please don't leave me hanging here.

Let's move.

Winter is long. It feels like it lasts forever. I hate cold. I always get nervous before winter. Obviously, some people get depressed in winter.

Cold, dry and dark can really make you sick.

However, there are some lovely days in winter. Especially during the daytime, when it's sunny, I can go for a walk over an hour and it feels pretty good.

I also like to smoke cigarette in the cold air. Cigarettes tastes 10 times better in winter. The smoke is thick and I like that.

The cold never bothered me anyway.

Esmeralda

Serviced

Department

Winter is long. It feels like it lasts forever. I hate cold. I always get nervous before winter. Obviously, some people get depressed in winter.

Cold, dry and dark can really make you sick.

However, there are some lovely days in winter. Especially during the daytime, when it's sunny, I can go for a walk over an hour and it feels pretty good.

I also like to smoke cigarette in the cold air. Cigarettes tastes 10 times better in winter. The smoke is thick and I like that.

The cold never bothered me anyway.