It’s been a beautiful day today; tranquility fills the air, as if it were possible to capture eternity and contemplate it with the soul. It seems as if God Himself speaks in the midst of the snowstorm, saying we are in the right place at the right time. Peace envelops us as we walk through the snowstorm in Denver, Colorado.

Last year, I shivered in the cold during the heart of winter, but today, with excitement, I observe the second snowfall of my life. Every snowflake is beautiful, and I’m grateful for this blossoming friendship; I feel I can trust you, and I hope you feel the same.

The snowstorm blankets my body with its pure cloak. In a corner of a cafe, a painting of Frank Sinatra adorns the space where we shared a coffee this morning. I feel deep emotion and gratitude for life, and a smile emerges from the depths of my being. Here, in this moment, I can sense that I’m returning to my true essence, and from there, everything is so perfect.

Last night, in a dream, I saw myself transformed into a gigantic dinosaur, my body ablaze, and everything around me consumed by fire. I walked, producing a thunderous roar, and amid the fury and pain, I watched as everything turned to rubble. Mountains burned, and the sky took on a deep gray hue. Destruction seemed natural, as if it were part of our existence, like when farmers burn their fields before planting something new.

In winter, also flowers bloom.

There’s no predetermined cycle for events; today and tomorrow, anything extraordinary could happen.

I wonder if you write your thoughts in the journal I gave you.

I wonder if, when I think of you, you are also thinking of me.

I’ve learned to launder my clothes in the machines, interpreting the labels as symbols that connect the creator with their creation, a form of communication that records our memories.

I wish for each day to count.

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