Uh. When the throat rushes like roots and the cord runs like a river. When the head blows like an earthquake and the body does not cope with anything. When melancholy echoes in the body over the weather and things to do and should be done. When you had thought something different and wondering if Karma wants you badly. The sun is shining but you can not look out. You go for A virus in the middle of summer is not preferable. You me she Johanna does not even want coffee but hurries after tea. Sleeping away and hoping to wake up with voice found. Then it is extraordinary to dream back less than a week ago and then everything was without any kind of pain or compassion. It's these memories I always know are beautiful to go back to. Because they heat like they did then.