Morning jumbled up thoughts

I just do not like it when it’s winter. Everything is so foggy, dark and melancholic. Every body is gloomy and always cold. Streets are all wet and deserted. Empty.

Can you tell me why do we keep doing the things we do not want to do? Why do keep seeing the people we do not wish to see? Why do we keep going to the places we do not want to go to? Why do we keep wanting those whom we do not esteem?

I want to do the things that I have always loved. I want to see only the people my heart delights to see. I want to be there where I feel comfortable and entirely myself: “home”. I want to be nobody’s property. I want to be free.

"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
"Now it's my turn to sing!"
So, startled, quivering,
Not daring to oppose

(Our fortitude grows dim in
The face of a Quos ego),
Away, my songs, must we go
Before those virile women!

Rain. We are forced to fly,
Everywhere, utterly.
End of the comedy.
Come, swallows, it's good-bye.

Wind, sleet. The branches sway,
Writhing their stunted limbs,
And off the white smoke swims
Across the heavens' gray.

A pallid yellow lingers
Over the chilly dale.
My keyhole blows a gale
Onto my frozen fingers.

- Be Off Say Winter's Snows by Victor Hugo