Man ar beidzot ir sniegs! Beidzot ziemassveetku sajuuta ir klaat! Pashlaik mani saista Counting Crows un lielais veestures darbs...

Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain,
through myself and back again.
Where?...