"Isn't it great when you wake up in the morning and its all foggy outside and you can feel the moisture on your face when you're walking to the bus stop as your hands are snuggled nicely in your warm pockets and the water from the shower that's still in your ears has gone all cold while your stomach is grumbling in anticipation of the first cup of bitter coffee at work but you ignore it because you're now sitting in the bus stretching your legs and hands like the way you do when you haven't had enough sleep except this time you do it because its cold and it gives you a warm fuzzy feeling and makes you think of the beautiful dream you just had about a certain someone who you know you will meet again someday soon even though things will never be the way they used to when everything was hopeful and life was just waiting to begin?"
