and if you're a miracle, i am a madman. [private thread]
[today in the winter room it's snowing lightly. Light keeps on brushing at his hair as he crunches over the field, making his way towards his favourite spot beneath the old gnarled pine tree. the clarity and cold and feeling of being beneath the open sky give him no comfort today, and he watches the ground as he walks, an inexplicable moroseness heavy in his chest.]