Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Quickly blowing, for a while. That may have come all the way from a distant snow country. I smelled snow.

Combine the frozen sharpness with the warmth that keeps your mind cool.

We keep walking. Sweet, sweet. Aim for a goal under a little thought.

What is a goal in the first place? Library?? That's just a destination, of the day.

So, what's the goal tomorrow? I wonder what they will define from the point of arrival in the first place.

A feeble, argumentative, weak theory based on it. Looks like a house about to collapse.