Winter in the green and soggy Pacific Northwest.
It is nighttime and I am 537.27 miles from home. It's lightly raining outside and the icy wind is really blowing. I'm sort of in the woods, far from any big city you've ever heard of. If it weren't for the rainclouds, you'd see the stars. It is very cold. Winter in the green and soggy Pacific Northwest.
It looks like this:
Inside, the fireplace is raging. There's a dog over there, laying near the heat. A squat Christmas tree decorated with colored lights and glass globes stands beside me, and the pine aroma triggers pleasant childhood memories. I'm drinking beer from a can. Two beautiful women are sprawled out on the sofa, and neither of them are wearing clothing. They lay motionless and are reading books. It's warm and I enjoy this sort of thing.
It looks like this:
Inside, the fireplace is raging. There's a dog over there, laying near the heat. A squat Christmas tree decorated with colored lights and glass globes stands beside me, and the pine aroma triggers pleasant childhood memories. I'm drinking beer from a can. Two beautiful women are sprawled out on the sofa, and neither of them are wearing clothing. They lay motionless and are reading books. It's warm and I enjoy this sort of thing.