mulled wine stories

SNEŽIT. Maybe there's a god above cause snow has finally arrived and everything looks whiter (oh really?) and surprisingly warmer. Winterish weather calls for mulled wine, chai tea, nice background music and a blanket (everyting in my life calls for these things to be honest, it may rain or it may shine). It is also the perfect moment to think about life (another way of escaping every deadline) and realizing I'm growing old and the world is changing (I've just made the greatest discovery of all time so I want an award if you please). Rowan Atkinson is turning 61 today and he's still as funny as he was when I was a kid and used to think adolescence looks exactly like Britney's videos. Peter Prevc has just made history and ended the Austrian domination in the 4 Hills Tournament but I can still remember him being a teen debuting in his first World Cup competition. And I do indeed remember the times when there were no fanfictions and fans weren't so sexually frustrated. Yes, I do miss the good old times in ski jumping (by good old times I mean the period when I was in primary school and it was much more about the dream of flying rather than pure mathematics and calculation). Facebook decided to remind us of what we posted years ago and everyday around midnight I'm getting even more sentimental when I look at my high school conversations with people or all the links I shared. Last year for example I kindly informed people about potential signs of ancient life on Mars and 5 years ago I was jamming to What You Know by Two Door Cinema Club. 

My late evening anti-diabetes tea (what doesn't help you anyway can always make a nice drink) is already cold cause I've spent way too much time thinking about life (again), looking through the window and observing people living their lives. It's so light outside with the snow on the ground I can spot cats running from one secret place to another. Bobek and Rachela are in the cage, all quiet and eaceful. So unlikely of them. It's already 10pm but some people are walking their dogs so that they (dogs not people) can have a wee. And me? Well, I'm sat in the sofa with a cuppa in my left hand, sipping on the way too cold tea and my mind palace always open as I'm constantly thinking about life.