It's January for sure. Lousy weather (2°C, rainy and windy), I'm tired, unmotivated to do the many things I should do, and mostly just longing for better times. Probably that's why my brain tries its best to recompensate by providing me with wonderful dreams for once. The kind that almost could be true and when you against your will wake up, you're left with that bittersweet feeling - grateful for the much needed solace it provided, but hating that in the end it was just a dream.

Yes, I have no idea why this qualified as a post either.