Outside it's quieter, because of the snow covering the asphalt roads. The mornings are gloomy and sun is so lazy, it starts to go up at eight. My thoughts are misty and my moves are slow. Through the stained window, you can only see the whiteness of the morning fog. Actually, you can't even tell whether it's a fog or a snow... Everything is so unspecified and neutral.. everything is so white. So many shades of white. So many white shades of winter.