Dear diary, I have never felt this in my life. Seemingly fading. Total piece of blank space. I cannot tell why I feel this way. Just walking down the street, the harsh snow just goes over my face. I cannot stand it any longer. I should just walk to the nearby Starbucks and get my warm cuppa coffee while admiring the beauty of the English countryside, on The Times. Staring blankly outside, I look at the small bird flying around the building, it's expression so gloomy. Never in such a cold weather have I seen a bird outside. No trees around; too much chopping for buildings already.
Out I go. Tell them to hold my coffee. Dashing across deserted Piccadilly Street junction, I raced to the tiny little being flapping its wings. The touch. I felt something soft, something warm and tender, one that could not beat the harsh cold weather. The feel. The feel of the small living being and the warmth around the street. I was alone, with the tiny bird. It felt so nice to be like this.
"Alicia!"A sudden shout of my name broke the silence, the angelic feel of Piccadilly Square. I turned around.
Alvin, my dear darling. What a pleasant surprise.
"What are you doing outside, in this harsh weather, Alicia?"came a reply.So hollow. the bird flew away. Its gentle wings flapped. Off it went.
"Let's go to Starbucks to have some hot coffee,"Alvin just said. Total silence. I stared at him. Mother Nature could have been better. I just walked off, staring blankly towards the sky, eyes gazed at that tiny little being, flapping its warm wings and surrounding it around my heart.
