Its 346 am and i am looking out my window- its pitch black outside and here in sweden that is a sign that summer is over. This is good and bad because snow is always fun but we all look better with a bit of a tan.
I hope that as i write and get used to formulating my thoughts into not just words but words that paint pictures i hope i write something that turns out interesting. My 10 year old told me yesterday, "Mom, when i am done saying this it will be the past." And then he sat there and looked at me and i at him. Its true every second we create history even if we are the only ones that will remeber it- and usually we are to busy to even realise it.
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