I hate naming things.

There is laughter! Though the day is sunless my back feels warm when it faces the window. The haze in my mind allows me to examin the freckles of rain speckling everything. The moistness hugs me closely. The rhythm of the pencils of a dilligent class is a lullaby. One wrong note after another, but the whole is still good. Lucid thoughts devouring more than their fair share of the world results in a lopsided life. Time wastes away while the world waits beyond the glass panes.