First Day Of Summer…

I’m drinking tea at Tiu Dropar.
“Fresh Mint”…sure.
I’m feeling the cold and I like it.
Winter?… Is that you? 
Halló?… Hæ.
I’m lost in these streets. I find my way. I’m lost and I find me.
To jazz or not to jazz?
To walk in or not to?
I’m a lion, why can’t I hear my roar? I’m a wolf, why can’t I hear my howling? Can you?
I feel so alone. I am.
I feel so sad. I am.
It’s nice to admit that. 
Stræto is my only friend.